Dispatches from a second story bedroom

absolute venom

These Inge Johnson embroideries are the best parts of Richard Saja and John Baldessari. I like them a lot.

there were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed

Susan Meiselas is the Diane Arbus of our times. I love this set from a book called Pandora's Box. The décor is so Versailles-cum-Paris, Texas with a twist of Guccione's Caligula.

fruit is resting on the vine

       

World class proto-perv gets freaky for the pages of Playboy. Hey Neil Krug, Dali much? I kid, I love your work. It is a little bit of a visual exegesis though. Right?

i did them all

Oh man, I know what I'm doing this weekend. R.Crumb's Genesis at PAM.

And the complete Metropolis at Cinema 21.

And The Dutchess & the Duke at The East End.

going good

This book is on my wish list.

blow the stink off

Andy was a Catholic

the ethic ran through his bones

He lived alone with his mother

collecting gossip and toys

Every Sunday when he went to Church

He'd kneel in his pew and say

"It's work, all that matters is work."

He was a lot of things

what I remember most he'd say

"I've got to bring home the bacon

someone's got to bring home the roast."

He'd get to the factory early

If you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out

It's work

No matter what I did it never seemed enough

he said I was lazy, I said I was young

He said, "How many songs did you write ?"

I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, "Ten."

"You won't be young forever

You should have written fifteen"

It's work

"You ought to make things big

people like it that way

And the songs with the dirty words

make sure your record them that way"

Andy liked to stir up trouble

he was funny that way

He said, "It's just work

Andy sat down to talk one day

he said decide what you want

Do you want to expand your parameters

or play museums like some dilettante

I fired him on the spot

he got red and called me a rat

It was the worst word that he could think of

And I've never seen him like that

It's work, I thought he said it's just work

Andy said a lot of things

I stored them all away in my head

Sometimes when I can't decide what I should do

I think what would Andy have said

He'd probably say you think too much

That's 'cause there's work that

you don't want to do

It's work, the most important thing is work

It's work, the most important thing is work

Warholaroids

 

  

  

Before it had a name.

Paul Outerbridge was the original technicolor perv. I had so much fun looking over the soft depression-era flesh at The Getty when I was in LA last July.

   

   

 

  

In this modern era it's so nice to find something that is bizarrely erotic but totally naive and fresh at the same time. Rubber swim caps. Pubic Hair. Cellulite. Average sized tits. Band leader jackets. Spiked gardening gloves. It's kind of romantic to think back on a time when fetishes and female archetypes weren't the sole provenance of ye olde internet. 

Boys had to catch dirty glimpses of girlies at the swimming pool, sweating at the tennis courts, practicing for drill team after school. People had to work for everything back then. Those sorts of experiences are the way fetishes should be born. Fetishes these days are boring in comparison to that Robert Crumb sort of horny longing because they're so incredibly easy to get at.

Tom Palumbo

 

  

 

 

 

 

I had a daydream about this jacket.

 

source

Food looked so depressing in '62 didn't it?

 

Maximalist restraint

'Voodoo' by Nina Chakrabarti in I Want You magazine.

For whatever reason, this reminds me of Geoff McFetridge's work on "The Virgin Suicides". He also did the opening credits to "The Zero Effect" that were also very good.