Money Can Buy You Camp (Just Unintentionally): On Bad Progressive Camp and The 2021 Met Gala
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Money Can Buy You Camp (Just Unintentionally): On Bad Progressive Camp and The 2021 Met Gala

A nuclear green alien robot baby with his daddy’s matching lime-green hair. A morph suit dress that resembles a cross between the eponymous character from Alien and Charlie’s Green Man from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. A Balenciaga sleeping bag that could be mistaken for Mugatu’s Derelicte line from Zoolander. The blanket from Roseanne‘s sofa. … Continue reading

Wherever You Are, Darling, I’m Not That Far Behind: A Trip Through A Familiar Apocalypse With Nick Cave And Warren Ellis’ “Carnage”
Art / Music

Wherever You Are, Darling, I’m Not That Far Behind: A Trip Through A Familiar Apocalypse With Nick Cave And Warren Ellis’ “Carnage”

  Nick Cave’s epic poem The Sick Bag Song opens with a leap into the abyss. “A boy climbs a riverbank. He steps onto a railway bridge. He is twelve years old,” it begins. Walking on this bridge, the boy stands at the middle, gazing down at the river below with a “half-felled tree” that … Continue reading

Soon All This Will Be Picturesque Products: The Nauseating Fashion Week Commodification Of David Wojnarowicz
Art / Fashion / Rants and Raves

Soon All This Will Be Picturesque Products: The Nauseating Fashion Week Commodification Of David Wojnarowicz

“I feel a vague nausea stroking and tapping the lining of my stomach,” writes David Wojnarowicz in his essay “In the Shadow of the American Dream: Soon All This Will Be Picturesque Ruins.” I don’t think I ever quite understood the feeling of David’s nausea until this past week. It took everything in me not … Continue reading

‘I Am Consumed in the Weight of You’: “Self-Portrait in 23 Rounds: A Chapter in David Wojnarowicz’s Life (1989-1991)” at London’s Live Art Development Agency
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‘I Am Consumed in the Weight of You’: “Self-Portrait in 23 Rounds: A Chapter in David Wojnarowicz’s Life (1989-1991)” at London’s Live Art Development Agency

To mark this year’s World AIDS Day, London’s Live Art Development Agency (LADA) hosted the first UK screening of Marion Scemama’s 2018 film essay Self-Portrait in 23 Rounds: A Chapter in David Wojnarowicz’s Life (1989-1991), co-directed with François Pain. Having spent the past two years immersing myself in Wojnarowicz’s life and work, I was hungry … Continue reading

A Charmed Hour And A Haunted Song: A Tribute To Brian Butterick/Hattie Hathaway
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A Charmed Hour And A Haunted Song: A Tribute To Brian Butterick/Hattie Hathaway

This week, the sad news ricocheted around the New York performance, drag, art, and nightlife community that Brian Butterick, otherwise known as drag queen Hattie Hathaway (or sometimes, Loretta Nicks, plain old Loretta or Loretta B. DeMille) passed away. If you, dearest reader, don’t recognize Butterick’s name immediately, just assume that everything you love about … Continue reading

Institutionalization Keeps Me Awake At Night: David Wojnarowicz, The Whitney and the Violence of the Canon
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Institutionalization Keeps Me Awake At Night: David Wojnarowicz, The Whitney and the Violence of the Canon

One of the last works on view in the winding, labyrinth-like galleries of the Whitney Museum’s long awaited David Wojnarowicz retrospective History Keeps Me Awake At Night features a hand, presumably the artist’s own, holding a tiny, adorable frog. Just one example of Wojnarowicz’s lifelong affinity for creepy-crawly things–bugs, frogs, snakes, etc., this tender and … Continue reading

I’m Lying Down And This Vehicle Keeps Moving: The Vulnerability Of “Weight Of The Earth: The Tape Journals of David Wojnarowicz”
Art / Books

I’m Lying Down And This Vehicle Keeps Moving: The Vulnerability Of “Weight Of The Earth: The Tape Journals of David Wojnarowicz”

“It’s about twenty minutes later. I just can’t stand my self-consciousness when talking into this thing,” says David Wojnarowicz, speaking into an audio recorder in November/December 1988. One of his eleven tape journals he made from 1981 to 1989, he later admits on the same tape: “I don’t know. I really can’t get at this … Continue reading