FRAGMENT OF MRS. BABS HUNTER REAVIS 1940'S

SOMEONE SAID IT

Someone said it, then threw it away. After their show. Before work?


My ______________'s cat. Meant to get Marilyn on the screen in the shot. Maybe too much of a great shot for a crackberry photo. My real camera is being mended. Poor kitty was feeling unwell.


I said it. I read steroids on my blog, go google - I let them have it ; now due to medical reasons I have to be on them - well, testosterone at least. I sort of read facial hair ; now I have it. Mousy at best, with a smug smile. Am I becoming what I read? Like I couldn't stand hate so is hate next for me. I doubt it. Like fear, hate is our race's most saddest addiction.


It should have said Mr.TolD at the end. Sparse piece of graffitti art. Who has these rolls of cash, by the way? These are all rhetorical questions. I don't read or respond to comment anymore than I react to the many whistles on the street. If you have something charming to say, you know exactly where to find me. People are either charming or tedious. Oscar Wilde.

LOVE NOTES ON THE EDGE

MY SONG FOR THE WEEKEND

SUPERSLICK

I love these 'Zenti' suits found linked in the title above. I would order one but you never know how one of these things will fit. Also, everybody who is nobody (except Leigh Bowery) has done this whole body covered things and it's so vacantly anonymous and unoriginal at this point that it would be lame to do. Maybe it's because I am covered in tattoos that I want to have a chance at a second skin. MAYBE IT'S THE LYCRA:

LOOKS LIKE FUN TO ME!

Anybody know where I can get some? Or at least a tennis racket with a hidden drug compartment?

FORGOTTEN FILTH

WOW WHAT A PERVERT! I took these mid summer and didn't post them because I had no profanity in the blog at the time. I had been in the bathroom at Veselka a few days earlier and this wasn't there. Then I went in and saw this and couldn't stop laughing. I mean it is remarkable. One person did almost all of this - you can tell because it's a consistent theme and series of sex acts (plus the penmanship). It's even on the inside of the bowl. When I returned to the restaurant a few weeks later it was all cleaned up as if it was never there. I was remembering this recently and was thinking of what a shame it was that I didn't photograph the disaster, but then I was backing up files from this summer tonight and here it is! See what wonders I have for you!

I don't kmow what happened to this rotten blogger site, it's been sizing all my image uploads to small when you click on them lately. Hate it. Hm... just looked. They keep it small and then you click and it enlarges. Big news.

CRINKLEPUSS HAS TO PUT DOWN THE PACK

It's been a long time since I was a regular smoker and I've been very close to being full on for a short while now. It's really a part of my living lately and I don't even notice or often even enjoy it. It has made me les than unearthly glowing. It does that and that's a fact. Without them I have a sightly unearthly pallor so as a smoker I'm just normal skin tone. They add a general light light grey to every part of your living. Hairline wrinkles too. They some nasty stuff. They were sometimes a good place for some of my real wallet stashes when out and about. Oh, e v e r y t h i n g I have is a decoy.



Been going through my crap books and photographing things. I loved putting loads in peoples cigarettes when I was younger. Loads. Haha. The ones Ihad when I was younger blew up in the persons face with a bang which was awesome, now I guess they're only available to stink the person out not injure them. I think I just bought these because of the great name and packaging. I love the crappy art, especially the mortified slitty eyed prune 'ooh something smells' lady queen in the upper left with huge nostrils and the upside down nose popping through the 'O'. The whole thing just stinks.

I DON'T KNOW THESE BOYS BUT I LIKE THEM

And these dolls.


And this painting by a man named Fabozzi who does fantastic huge fictional landscapes of other worlds just from inside his head. He won't sell or show any of them. These are the best artists.

THIS WEEK HAS GONE INTO THE DUMPS FOR ME

NO WONDER NOBODY CAN FIND K ANYMORE - THEY FORGOT!

FRUITCAKES SCREWBALLS LEMONS NUTS AND BANANAS (COPULATE ROULETTE)

THE MCQUEEN HEELS ARE STILL LETTING US HAVE IT

Yes, the eel one's below continue to astound us in their newness and comfort us in their only illusionary extreme discomfort, but the 'Aliens' jawline suggesting ones above are just dripping heaven.

I LOVE THE WARHOLIANS

And they all live so long. I went to a photo show/signing and my admirer (who I admire) Billy Name was behind the table with his sharpie signing... his book! I am out of touch enough not to know where I am but fortunate that it is always around friends. Ooh he screamed my name and hugged and groped and kissed me and treated me as exactly as I was meant to be inventoried. Anyway, I had to have a lap sit chat. He used to go to Jackie 60 for sometime and just holler and laugh! He's major. And he's such a big fan of my nipples.

Im told the man behind us to our right is Milo Rock, who Billy described as his 'guardian angel'. I need a rock. I didn't mean to throw a glam rock line down his face with the coloring, it just went everywhere. He looks like he can throw them down!



Am I going to get copyright infringement for 'Eithol'? I think they should have a Warhol seance while everyone is still in touch with each other, but I don't think Andy would come. They have to go to him!


Corey Grant Tippin. One of the few gentlemen. Look him up. I mean I know and like him now, but I just peeked and loved the pics of him with Jane Forth... and all debonaire with Mae Alexander. Maybe because I never had deluxe style facial features, but he could sell real estate in the space between his eyes! Bone stuctcha. OK - here's an excessive gallery of him...


Jane Forth & Corey


Karl Lagerfeld, Jane Forth, Donna Jordan & Corey


With Ultra Violet, giving features for all male ballet superstars nerves.


With Mae Alexander


'L'Amour' By Andy Warhol, with Jay Johnson


Candy Darling, Jed Johnson, Andy, Corey and Donna Jordan


Whoa. Dashingman.

PARTY FOR XAVIERA HOLLANDER

(Until the Hassidim fix it, the camera is severely injured in several places and has no laser focus so please enjoy the temporary facial blur and glow if you've been shot.)









(Stay away from bad blue vodka. Someone spilled some on the dark wood stair and was apologizing to the hostess because it bleached it white.




A friend and giant fan of hers came with a sack full of Xaviera's published work and the signing frenzy began. She is so gorgeous now, but seeing her flawlessness photographed on all these covers as they passed over her lap was amazing. At the end she had me lay them all out on a table as she knew how much fun I was having shooting everything.








Brian M, guest with Andre Serrano, Veronica Vera (founder of Drag finishing school) and Stu. I never expected A.S. to look so kindly and Lama like. I didn't notice if Mr.Serrano had any drinks. I never saw him go to the lavatory.


Deflectors of crotch shots.