no, srsly. later. you and me. talking.
promise.

New Music Video Project

we'll talk later...

New York Chronicles

thumping melons at whole foods.................................'huahua

sleepy speckles........................................child + three cigars

matching interior........................................what a swell fella

New York City's little surprises

some subtle body language on the subway between some newly acquainted people. french man. american woman. camera speaking MANY more than a thousand words.


And THIS little dude hiding away in some flowers I bought for my friend who let me stay at her house. Fairly surprising find. frog. I hope he's not some sort of invasive tropical species, 'cause he's in riverside park now. Pretty grim posturing for a little guy.

Summer Mix Series

Welcome to my very first online mix ever.
Yewkee.com puts together a summer mix series, a congregation of mixes from different folks to sweeten the whole muggy-buggy-soggy-burnt summer thing.
This one is sort of an odyssey in three parts: rockin fireworks, kitchy weirdness, and bringing it home funky. There's a pretty wide spans of decades and genres but I like to think it flows well, one to the next. check it out.

Also, I would highly recommend yewknee's mix (on the bottom of the page). It's all I've been listening to the last couple days.

{there are two mixes up now. check out all the fab stuff posted.}

toronto in summer

kensington market.................barista i fell in love w/ for 10 mins


queen st. by twilight.....................................the border fence

I just got back from my second stint of clown school in toronto. It was as awesome as expected and the city even more so. Got to see langhorne slim and some various clown shows and talks as it was the toronto clown festival this past weekend. Met some great folks, hatching clownie plans.

The truth about Truth

Truth is a myth. I was reading a chapter from Boorstein's The Creators, the one about Dostoyevsky. It was talking about when he first received public success and his homies bust in his place at 4 in the morning shouting about his triumph in capturing truth,"That is truth in art!". Truth. srsly?

In my current view, truth is arbitrary. perspective. depends on what you had for breakfast. Not just to say that it's only individual. There is also a unity in that each person's truth is exactly as valid as the next. Sure, you can find similarities but that doesn't discount any less prevalent view. It's whatever any group decides. It's culture. I have never really gotten into asking about "why we're here". purpose. ultimate explanation. Though, in the hard times, I wished for a manual to guide me through the pratfalls of human experience, I've never believed that the information existed to be documented and published.

At the same time, I demand unabashed, immediate authenticity in performance. That could be labeled truth as well. A certain forthright honesty.
Truth used to feel like catching some air in a ornate lidless gold box and hollering about it, not realizing everything around it is air too. Fireflies in a jar, in a field of fireflies. Perhaps it's just an expansion of the old definition of truth for me. Love has certainly expanded. All these concepts start to bleed together, expand, encompassing all.
The truth is, there is no truth. Aspirations to mythology.
Apparently, in Dostoyevsky's time, though, truth was about speaking freely, as that sort of thing could get you in a heap of trouble with the czar. But, there was also this romantic quality of tapping into the essence of something in a way others cannot. Certainly, presenting something in a particular way can jiggle an onlooker's perspective. I suspect these ideas are not new or novel but intensely simple. I find there may not need to be such anguished struggle and search. But then, we are just people. Who am I to say what it takes to feel like you understand something. {criminy. this post could go on forfuckingever. gotta wrap this puppy up}

I'm saying, in essence, it may not be necessary to be so precious about the idea of truth. or love or art, for that matter. They're all "is". {outta sight, man. far out. *toke*}
There is something about New Jersey that doesn't let a person get pretentious. {or does it}




young lad in a shirt rack at old navy.

hot shit

Bony Lil and Valerie Thompson were accepted into the
NY Clown Theatre Festival 2008
There will a few dates in September. The Festival goes for most of the month.
rock.

Done!

A music video for a Bugs in the Dark cover song by Jordan Woods-Robinson featuring the Blue Men of Orlando as shot, cut and directed by Zea Barker.

have at.

Whorelando: the wrap-up

THE PARK AT NIGHT






...AT DAY



miss you already
ox

Whorlando: week five +

Still cutting the video. One more scene to shoot.

Also formulating a thesis on modern entertainment in amusement parks...

Thursday!

Be sure to pop over to Portland OR to see Jeremy Okai Davis' solo show and some big boobies I drew for his pin-up wall.


my piece looks sort of like this.
(I feel naked without a scanner)

Whorelando: Week four and a half ish

A lot has happened in the last week +. Lots of folks coming and going. I have been to some places around town that are not horrid. Had a couple decent meals, went to this neat bar that has these secret rooms behind bookcases with secret cameras. live feeds from photo booths. Got a tour around the rides at the park. The Hulk Rollercoaster. The Spiderman ride (sort of mind blowing)...

I've been practicing my secret camera-ing during my trips to get coffee in the park. {favorite examples below}


But, some of the most fun I've had lately, is shooting a music video with the fine folks I work with down here. 8 blue men in drag. you saw it here first, baby. They are a fierce hot mess and I love them ferociously.

Whorelando: week thrizzle

WHERE I TAKE MY BREAK or SUESSLAND



...and by request: WRESTLER and WRESTLER BETTIES with forklift

{I am working on my sneaky photo-taking. more on that later}
check out those boobie lamps in suessland. ...and the exquisite topiary.

another video

So, an experiment in technique. no cuts. one constant speed. no reverse. one light source. One chunk of footage sped up to 200% (recorded with music at half speed). All further manipulations in speed, flash frames and reverse movement are illUUUUsion.

true love will find you in the end

a bit of trivia: I tuned the tv to mtv as I thought it would be the most flickery. As luck would have it, that tila tequila reality game show about her finding love was on.
booga booga.

Whorelando: week two

.....Fig. 1.......................................................Fig. 2......

.....Fig. 3.......................................................Fig. 4......

Fig. 1 - Stardust Cafe. A bit of solace from the craziness. A friend of Neptune works here. It felt much more home-like than anything else thus far.

Fig. 2 - Local foliage

Fig. 3 - The high-end healthy grocery store. They pipe in 'the greatest classical hits' and have an entire candy isle featuring a variety of jelly beans you can purchase in a plastic honey bear jar. No soy cream cheese, mind you. It's like aliens came and tried to figure out the proper way to do 'fancy health food store' and this is what they came up with.

Fig. 4 - Along those same lines, the staff "grill" at universal features some bizarre arrangements of plastic vegetables either standing upright in some sort of clear lucite substance or just jammed into a big glass jar. They simulate the actual flavor and constancy of the food vended below.

So I'm settling in okay. I'm missing my film camera. None of my digital devices capture crisp focus. I'm sending off the very last of the gene wilder t-shirts today. Since I got orders for six within the last week, I'm wondering if there will be a call for a second run. Sending jeremy off his booby drawing too. I hope I can scan it before it goes. Meanwhile, I have some sneaky plans involving a purse I bought at target and a certain weensy video camera. I need to see if there's night vision on it. we'll see. {dun dun Duhhhhhh}