Sam and I set out last night for one our favorite Mexican restaurants: the newly refurbished El Chavo in Los Feliz. We headed west, by way of Silver Lake when on Sunset Blvd., just before Dodger Stadium, we encountered a wall of rainbow-colored portraits of Abraham Lincoln that looked oddly, and simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar. Continue reading ‘Barack Obama, as You Have Never Seen Him’
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Lily Allen is brilliant and political, with the freshly-leaked GWB (Guess Who Batman) a.k.a. Fuck You Very Much, a plinky Carpenter-esque mashup with a message to the hateful and narrow-minded BNP – a British far-right, gay-hating, white supremacist political party. I didn’t need any more reasons to love this girl, after what I’ve heard of her, but I may as well add two more. She’s got more balls than a snooker table and her heart in the right place. If she’s not at the top of the list for every major metropolitan Pride, then some queens are not paying attention. Check her out.
The lyrics follow: Continue reading ‘Lily Allen, Our Hero(ine)’
In late March, Sam and I were invited to Tom Bianchi‘s home in Palm Springs to be photographed for one of his upcoming Bianchi Men collections. It was an honor and a privilege, and a learning experience that transcended the photography itself. Tom shared with us the philosophy behind his art.
It’s always fun to be shot with Sam, and I was thrilled that Tom was recording the last fleeting days of my thirties. This was the week before my 40th birthday.
The photos have arrived, and Sam and I are really pleased. I think they really capture the excitement of the day, and the intimacy Sam and I share. I love the ones with Sam reading Tom’s copy of Where the Wild Things Are, dedicated to him by his friend, Maurice Sendak. Tom said he’d send one to Maurice, and Sam was thrilled. So here are the shots I can share with you. Warning: if you click here, you will see our butts. Continue reading ‘Sam and Bronson by Tom Bianchi’
I spent the first five years of the millennium on a therapist’s couch: a noisy, brown leather one that always left my ass damp from sweat. When I told Dr. S that I’d been molested, survived it sane, vanquished my molester, and written a musical about it, she didn’t bat an eye. “What better way to deal with really difficult material than to soften it with levity and music?” she quipped.
It made perfect sense to her just as it had made perfect sense to me when I wrote it. Happy or sad or angry, or peaceful, we usually choose a soundtrack to help us channel those emotions, or to soften their blow. That’s why there are break up songs and mix tapes.
That’s what I’ve done with Damages. I’ve used the operatic style of 13 mostly lesser-known Queen songs to convey some of the best and worst days of my life. In fact, the bounciest song in the soundtrack is sung at easily the darkest and most crucial moments. It’s not just irony, it is the remedy of light into darkness that placed it there; it’s also that contrast that makes it rightfully disturbing.
Tom Bianchi will try to tell you that he’s not a great photographer. “What I don’t know about photography would fill many, many volumes,” he said to Sam and me this past weekend, with a humble grin. I’m not certain I agree, but nonetheless, he is a great artist who, for decades, has worked with subjects to create and capture moments that translate into beautiful, iconic images.
“I always take a lot of pictures and then God gives me some great ones,” he said, skimming through the thousands of shots he’d taken of Sam and me over the previous two and a half hours. He even let me shoot a few of he and his boyfriend, Aaron, as we took a break – according to Tom, something he’s never done before. It was an honor.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Princess Superstar, gorgeous, thirtysomething, Jewish, American rapper and absolute sexpot (bio). The photo above links to her video for Perfect (Exceeder). The song is one of many of hers available on iTunes. Continue reading ‘Hot Video: Princess Superstar. Perfect.’
No, it’s not a photo essay on feminine hygiene. It’s one of the funniest and most necessary websites I’ve seen in a long while. What possesses straight guys to stick out their tongues and make gang signs when a camera appears? What is a Bleeth? Why do these girls seem so oblivious?
Are these the loins to which civilization entrusts its birthright?
This whole LiLo as MaMo thing rings a little hollow. Clever PR, but how can this juxtaposition really say anything good if it’s saying anything at all? Similar drug dependencies? Remotely similar cultural significance? Lindsay is the new Marilyn? A foreshadowing? God forbid.
You’re gorgeous. We get it. We’ve been getting it since The Parent Trap had suburban Dads with prurient interests insisting on a trip to the theater. I never thought the girl had chops until Sam and I saw Bobby on the flight back from Spain. Given the right material, she could act her way out of a safe.
Not enough good roles? Damages has a great role for her. Maybe her people should contact my people. Let’s make it happen.
Maybe Billy’s just cranky and it’s just the fantasy come to life of a little girl to walk around in a legend’s scarf, or a quasi-interesting way for her to finally bare it all, but it looks more like young Hollywood has run out of ideas, identities, and images, and regurgitates this kind of sensationalist stuff. And again, this is coming from someone who LIKES Lindsay Lohan.
If this isn’t a good reason to further celebrate the end of the WGA strike, nothing is. Let’s get pen to paper, writers. Talent needs something to do.
A shout out to Jason for putting the Goldstein Kapellas installation “Medicine Man” on my radar, and hopefully on your So Cal calendar. The new work is shaped like a human figure and is made of over 300 suspended HIV/AIDS medication bottles. It hovers at the center of six halos made of syringes.
Make Art/Stop AIDS is an international traveling exhibition of art dealing with the pandemic of HIV/AIDS opening at the Fowler Museum in Los Angeles February 23rd, and running through June 15th before taking off for Mexico City and then Brazil, South Africa and finally India.
Also on exhibit will be one of Daniel Goldstein’s “Icarian Series” leather peices on loan to the museum from the private collection of actor Richard Gere.
The image of “Medicine Man” (above left) will be the official banner for the show and on display through downtown Los Angeles.