Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Travelling To Joshua Tree to see my old friend Robert Chouraqui

If one reads my blog they know I seek out time to spend again with old friends. I did it with Bob Richardson, my lifelong friend from Bard College ('64 to '66) at Canyon de Chelly, Sherry Stein, my old girlfriend from University of Colorado ('66-'69) at Monument Valley and now my favorite French friend Robert Chouraqui from Paris (the '70s) in Joshua Tree.
Unfortunately, it takes me longer to pack for a week on the road. 150 more or less bikinis and one pieces. crazy black vintage fetish outfits, two blow up sex dolls etc. Instead of leaving at 10 am as planned I leave at 8 pm after breakfast (cheese omelette
)at Frank's
on Pima. I think to call Motel 6 in Twenty nine Palms and say I'll be late. She says she'll hold the room for me till 5 am and I tell that is ridiculous.
Not wanting to buy a map I look at a road atlas in a gas station along interstate 10 and the map shows a road going north out of Blythe (95) which intersects rt. 62 and head west to Twenty nine Palms.
I get on 95 and drive and drive and drive with little to no traffic and a star covered black sky that betters the Natural History museum Planetariium. Finally at 2 am I get spooked and stop and use the call box
and the operator switches me to a highway patrolman who says I havent gone far enough!! This is alfter passing the spookiest sign for "LOST LAKE".  These Hills Have Eyes is all I can see till highway 62 looms up and I take it.
I arrive at 4:45 am into the Motel six parking lot.
After a fitful 2 hours I meet Robert Chouraqui and his nephew in the lobby of the Holiday Inn Express. Robert and his nephew Yann wants to eat there and I kill that idea and ask the desk clerk where the hip breakfast place is and we drive west to Joshua Tree to the CrossRoads cafe and there is tattooed exotic tall blonde Brittany
. She's a model
and I suggest she let Mykal Binds use his Japanese bondage techniques on hanging her from a boulder. She hesitates and as of 4:09 she hasnt answered my emails and calls.
The food was great
. The waitress
was great.
Two out of three ain't bad.
I'm rushing to meet Nathan Sabatino, record producer husband of Colleena, my former gallerist from Tucson.More later

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Whatever the f ck it is that I need, this isn't it

I have a few friends that watch television and some friends more that go to movies incessantly. When I find it (the internet) I go to tumblr. That's where my photo ideas come from. That's where I find humor and erotica. This wise cartoon came from http://cuddleninja.tumblr.com/archive.

You hve no idea how many women I sent this to

I've written of the importance of my new friend Tatum. How she brought me Joey and her sister. She told me she was jello wrestling with Kayla to raise money for AIDS awareness so I volunteered to shoot the two ladies prior to the jello fight (off 4th avenue this past Saturday). They came to my house and we shot. I thought one woman hosing the other over her under clothes would raise money. It did. Over 5 hundred dollars!

Kayla and Tatum arm and arm

Kayla primes her hose

Tatum gets hosed

Tatum gets soaks. The role playing aspect of the hosing came from a time I was hosting two girl friends out in my house in East Marion Long Island. Christine was huge and beautiful and had been to Attica prison from defenetrating an intruder in the East Village of NYC and Vanessa, though a part time `dom' was consideably smaller than Christine. They were both wearing vintage girdles, hose and  heels and it became a garden hose fight and Christine ruled. with in short order the front of Vanessa was soaked and I could see her give in to the more powerful Christine. I won't forget that scene nor the one between Kayla and Tatum in my backyard.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

breakfast in Bliss, Idaho at the Ox Bow diner

I misspent my travelling allowance on women's one piece bathing suits in eastern Oregon so sleep fitfully in the passenger seat of my rental at a rest stop along interstate 84. There's a Sinclair dino outside my window and I hope to photo it with film! My Leica digital is asleep till I find the battery charger which I probably left on the road at one of my friend's houses.
I visited the Pauite reservation in the east end of Burns and I passed through the Shoshone reservation last nite. These are names that run wild in my imagination.
One of the reasons I went to LA was to attend my close friend Whitney Ward's husband's (Joe Coleman) opening at Fullerton college gallery. Its always great to see her and him but I also get to see her costuming. I drove out with my friend photographer Durmel DeLeon, Veronica Fernandez, beauty and art dealer, and Jeffery Deitch, art mover extrordinaire.
The next day at the Museum of Death, Whitney and Joe unveiled the twin coffins they had made in Ghana.

with their matching Ghana coffins at the Death Museum

always a pleasure to see again the fine work of Autumn's Dark Garden corsetry. 

after the opening in Fullerton there was an after party at a local Middle Eastern restaurant. Here Veronica orders.

Jeffery orders Middle Eastern

some attendees att the Death Museum

later in LA I revisited with old friends. 

Jon Scwartz at Cora's in Santa Monica

Jon and my breakfast at Cora's

Elia Katz at Swinger's, the first diner we have shared since the passing of his dad, Leon Katz.

I was to meet with Bill Margold, ex porn star and friend of Titus Moody, but he passed. By Bill.

When I got to Dave and Ori's west Hollywood home Ori had been at photographer Ed Fox's 50th birthday. I wanted to be invited but Ed wouldnt let me come with my art friends. Was it because he had carelessly photographed my then 16 year old daughter, Leah's feet. Was it because he thought I wanted him to make lovde to my girlfriend also in Palm Springs many years ago or was it because he wanted to spend time photographing Melanie King whom he met at a LA Chinatown Naz opening and I didnt feel there was that much time for her and me so I nixed it.
Ori was feeling no pain and I declared either she got sober or I got as high as her. I asked Dave to shoot she and I pontificating.

succulents along Pico blvd almost to Santa Monica

after LA I went and stayed with Bob Adler and his wife and daughter. and felice! which encouraged me to resizee olf shots of her when we lived on Bush street in SF many years ago.

Felice checks her height on Bush st SF

entrance to my Bush st basement apartment in SF

I'm doing an art collaboration with Helmut Lang similar to what they did with Mapplethorpe, Louise Bourqoise and others. They asked to see outtakes from my first book "Sex Objects". I sent one hundred. I thought a 500 page book of the outtakes and paper ephemera would make a great TASCHEN collaboration. Here is a postcard from writer Gay Talese I got after I sent him a copy of the bk.

Benedikt didnt agree and turned it down without explanation (Kings of their kingdom don't need to explain a darn thing)

My friend Terry Trainwreck who I was introduced to by the writer Brian Smith. If you every have a chance see Trainwreck. Lore from the mouth says Trainwreck fed a hungry Al Foul living on the streets back in the 80's in the lower eastside of NYC. I guess stranger things have happened.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Out of the Darkness and into phone access

I left my friend Eric Datz and his family in Lincoln City and dove/drove into the heart of Oregon. Somehow i lost my Leica battery charger so had to switch to my film hasslebad camera. I pulled over on rt 20 as it was climbing into the mountains and fell asleep at the side of the road. A good sleep and when I woke I headed up. Suddenly snow on both sides of the road. I kept saying to myself "I didn't pay for this". Then the flashing light that said " put your chains on". What! But the snow never fell and the roads remained clear but the landscape was Alaskan and Mt. Washington and SNOW. Somehow I got out and ended uup in Bend for delicious Szchuan diner then onto to Burns, Oregon where the Pauite Indians are. But NO phone reception. That felt bad. Now I'm in Ontario, Oregon in a coffee house called Jolts & Juice and a young woman is spilling her life to another girlfriend as though I didnt exist. "He's putting pressure on me...We go to church together but.." and on and on.

"I only met his dad a couple of times"

After I shot Tatum she asked if she could bring her friends- a brother and sister into altering found thrift store pieces and selling them on ebay or esty. The sister, Ashley, had gone to FIT. I explained to Joey that i didnt shoot guys and I'd be concentrating on Ashley. After a short time I realized Ashley and Joey were also sisters and Joey was a transgender.

We kept shooting.

Ashley, Joey, Tatum on the way to my community pool

Joey in style

Tatum by the pool in gold

Ashley leading the team

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

She wanted it Darker

Tatum said exactly that after I first met her. She was extremely cautious and brought her grandmother in law (who had a tuff of purple hair to go with her grey hair). It was during the day and I do live in a gated community so it struck me as odd. I had gone to a terrible erotics art show (amateurish) on Grant I thnk. As I was pulling away I noticed a platinum blonde pull up in a canary yellow Nissan truck. I told her of my obsession with platinum and she let me take a single photo.

She saw it in my camera and asked if I'd send it to her.
I did and I asked her to pose and she was wary and brought her elder. I mistakenly put her in white including a cowgirl hat and toy guns.

 She seemed disinterested until I mentioned rubber and she said she wanted it darker. When she came to formally pose I gave her that.

Tatum reading the model release she signed

nothing i find more erotic than high waisted white cotton panties in my kitchen

There is more but someone just said this cafe is closing

I have become very fond of Tucson John. He has an exhibition of his fine photos at Tucson MOCA beginning in June I believe.

my new best friend Veronica Fernandez with toy gun

some bones and dinosaur fecal matter I got at this year's gem show

a new friend Viviana that has no time between work, school, working out and boyfriend

work taken 26 years apart. My wife, Lynka, in Avebury, England and Walter at a party off 1 st avenue

when i was divorced and living on Bush street and my girlfriend was living on Beaver st in Santa Rosa  I decided to sell some of my enormous vintage girdle collection I had bought from a transvestite in Hawaii when I was living in NYC and my daughter, Willa, was just born. This is some of what I was offering from my kitchen in SF. I met many women and photographed several in a vintage girdle.

since I am touching on the past I should mention Jessica who was sin my life in LA and came with me to Tucson. She's now a mopther in Atlanta but back in the early 2000's she was WILD. Here she is stencilled then she'd go out to the community pool and sun.

Jessica moving through Target

She was nineteen and I was 50 plus and after three days of no sleep I had to sleep. When I woke up she had decorated her 6 foot naked body with Obama slogans. Here she is in my Arizona room guest room.