In his published journals Water From A Bucket, queer forefather Charles Henri Ford describes the process of keeping a diary. He quips, “I shall continue this document until the end of next year, then I vow to continue it no longer. It’s a secret vice. Vices should be public.” Certainly no stranger to documenting his … Continue reading
Sitting in the MoMA sculpture garden on Monday watching poet, actor and Warhol superstar Taylor Mead jiggle his ass in Warhol’s aptly titled film Taylor Mead’s Ass, which was shown in conjunction with Dirty Looks: On Location and Dirty Looks at MoMA: Mining The Collection, I realized that I will really miss Mead who passed away in May. Continue reading
Like one of artist Hans Bellmer’s dolls or photographer Pierre Molinier’s nightmarish, mannequin self-portraits come to life, Brooklyn-based performance artist Narcissister walks the line between the erotic, the alluring, the absurd and the abject, a confrontational melange of female sexuality and manipulation of the viewer’s gaze. Continue reading