Rococo, etched in flesh
It is reborn, at last. 6 hours today, and now we must wait. Tim, thank you. You’re an inky god among mortals.
Oh hello.
At this exact moment I’m in North Hollywood, about to get tattooed for the first time in 3 years by the one and only mister Tim Kern. Needless to say I’m extremely excited. Today we’ll be working on finishing my back piece. Sweet baby Einstein it’s been much too long. In other news, I’m still not mentally prepared to talk about Vegas and likely never will be. However, I’m happy to let you know that I’ll be in Austin, TX …
Hello Vegas
I’m in Nevada for the near future. Photo-documentation can be monitored here, for now, though I may not have internet again until my return. Be good.
All hail the hail
Oh look! A mini-post. I felt the fact that Q and I were just caught in an intense hailstorm right here in Angel City needed to be documented. But the photo is from yesterday. Yes, ice chunks drumming out a mad rhythm on the car’s roof and bouncing off the wet pavement all around us, me screaming a happy scream and turning up the strange radio station I happened across minutes earlier. A moment for the ages, interpeeps. Side note: …
bee arr bee
Work upheaval. Time, shrinking. Woke up to a steel sky and a head full of silly dreams. Tub of coffee is helping, but the sun is already creeping, which I detest. I would prefer to luxuriate in, oh, 3 hours of pre-sunrise gray perfection each day. There may be manic updates from Vegas next week, but until then I leave you with this panel from Uzumaki [The Spiral] And Kino‘s Blood Type lyrics. I feel that, together, they accurately capture …
Llorando
I’m still unsure of my feelings toward David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive but Rebekah Del Río singing Llorando has not left me since I watched it some years ago. Last night at the Edwardian Ball [which was the best time I’ve had at an event in eons] to my awe, a woman with blue light spilling out from behind her performed this piece a capella to the full-to-capacity Tower theater. I didn’t catch her name and can’t seem to find anything …
Beeps from the beyond
Hello! This is post #600 on this version of BioRequiem. I will celebrate. Also, a few things: I’ve been researching the Uyghur people in spare moments. This part of my heritage is fairly mysterious to me, as my Uyghur grandfather was an orphan and knew nothing of his tribe. Because I don’t have any serious time to dedicate, I’ve learned little, so far: 1. seems modern Uyghurs are fairly set on starting shit in China. 2. Uyghur women have exciting …
Happy Birthday, Lewis Carroll
Coilhouse loves you. Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. -Lewis Carroll
Oh sweet jesus
What? Hey! Below are those vertical photos I mentioned earlier, and I’m off to prepare for what should be a very fun shoot for Coilhouse Issue 3. And while we’re on the topic, this week the Coilhouse blog was bumpin’ – there is something from all of us – Nadya, Mer, yours truly, David, Copyranter AND Double Agent Oh No: Hirotoshi Ito: The Meat Inside the Stones Oh My Friggin’ Kung-Fu Grip ‘Bama Weekly Ad Uncoiling: Pattex Glue Bill Morrison …
It’s raining
And it rained all night, while I slept. Having missed so much of it, I feel somewhat robbed by the universe. Still, the smell remains, and the morning clouds are making me happy. These are optimal working conditions of which I intend to take full advantage. Now, a mixed offering of photos for ye gods of Internet, while I wrestle with an especially unruly mug of coffee. The 365 project is downright impossible, but I’m trying. Obama-Lincoln mural at the …
In My Ear: the myspace perv-out sessions
Courtney and I made a video tribute to the Match.com ads polluting already-filthy-with-ads Myspace. For the uninitiated, these ads feature faux video chattin’ men who seem to peer at you from the screen and attempt seduction. The little sign says “In my ear”, hence the title. I hesitate to post an example of these ads here but there is a screenshot under the cut, for those who have never seen one of these things. Believe me when I say they …
No Time For Jibba-Jabba
Making myself presentable for a night of dancing but first! Molly Crabapple and I being fierce and dodging demon gum drops from hell. Unfortunately, the only way to fight a demon gum drop is by sticking out one’s elbows like so. This was last night at RuPaul’s Drag Race exhibit at World of Wonder gallery. So packed “even Perez couldn’t get in”, according to bewildered whispers outside. Oh, LA. Such a cruel mistress. We left and went to The Edison …
Dizzy spell
Please stand by
Too _______ to blog. Stay tuned, darlings. A small token of pure terror, for now: 14 year old me giving Lolita a run for her money.
Breaking Stasis
Ink/digital. For the current show at The Hive Gallery.