FABULOUS NOBODIES- SISSYDUDE talks to JOHN SIMONE about his AWESOME NYC Party Photos! (via Daily Xtra)
Sissydude: Photographer John Simone has two photo retrospectives happening during Toronto’s World Pride. The shows feature New York club culture icons from 1987- 1990. They include Rupaul, Kenny Kenny, Leigh Bowery, John Sex, Quentin Crisp, James St. James, Divine, The It Twins and of course “Party Monster” Michael Alig. Even Cher, Michael Jackson, Madonna and Sandra Bernhard pop up!
Simone left Toronto for New York in 1986 and immediately started working for Club-18 (The Roxy), Details Magazine (including Details’ influential nightlife column by Stephen Saban), Vanity Fair and The Village Voice. Of course the magic really started happening for him when friend Michael Alig appointed Simone chief photographer for his Project X Magazine.
I recently went to visit the very excitable and engaging Simone (above, pictured on the right, with Michael Musto) in his studio apartment in Toronto to get a glimpse of his gorgeous photos and talk, talk, talk about his subjects and his very interesting life during that time. Of course the magnificent creatures in the photos are what really gets him going…
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THE TENTH is a publication of art and culture based on the history, culture and research in ideas and aesthetics of the BLACK, GAY community. Loosely inspired by W.E.B. Du Bois’ influential 1903 essay, “The Talented Tenth” and playing off of Alfred Kinsey’s popular, mythical 10% estimate, THE TENTH is a product of the dialogue at the intersection of this “10th” — the vanguard minds of the BLACK, GAY community. Print Issue out this APRIL 2014. FIRST PRINTING SOLD OUT reserve a copy (coming in July) HERE.
GREAT article on the publication HERE @ T MAG (via Thomas D)
Pink Rooster Studio is a creative studio focusing on print, identity, exhibition, and interactive work with clients in fashion, film and music. The studio was founded in 2009 by 3 vanguard minds in the creative industries who’d each created unique visual identities.
NYT: In 1968, 20 years after his arrival in New York and before he made his name chronicling fashion and society in pictures for The New York Times, Bill Cunningham began another fashion project, a body of work that became a 1978 book, “Facades,” and is the subject of a delightful yet subtly profound exhibition at the New-York Historical Society through June 15.
“Bill Cunningham: Facades” is the result of a long-term collaboration between Mr. Cunningham and his friend, fellow photographer and neighbor at Carnegie Hall Studios, Editta Sherman, who died last year at the age of 101. Like Mr. Cunningham, “the Duchess of Carnegie Hall” was a devoted collector of vintage clothes. On weekends, Mr. Cunningham photographed her on the streets of New York wearing ensembles put together from their collections. Each image matches clothing with architecture that exemplifies the period, ranging from the late 18th century to the 1950s. The exhibition features most of the 88 gelatin silver prints from the series, which Mr. Cunningham donated to the New-York Historical Society when the book was completed. READ THE FULL STORY HERE.
Nelson Sullivan was enrolled in film school when he shot this Super 8 film at the Westside Piers, a gay-friendly area near the West Village in New York City
photo from an old feature in CREEM via Alan Cross
Julie Andrews introduces Katharine Hepburn and Company in COCO on the 1970 Tonys. Totally ridiculous… no french accent and stunningly awful dialogue… but the whole “Bob Mackie/ Carol Burnett Show” style fashion show is what it’s all about!
Filmed in Brooklyn, this shows the process of handmade bagels. From creating the dough to the baking and sale, the process is explained along with the extemporaneous commentary on the changing nature of the bagel business, and the shops place in the neighborhood. Filmed in 1979? by Nick Manning, this is part of the 16mm film collection at the Brooklyn Public Library’s local history division, the Brooklyn Collection.
See catalog record: http://catalog.brooklynpubliclibrary….
As a kid, my grandparents, and millions of other viewers rarely missed an episode of the television program “All in the Family.” For those too young to know, Norman Lear’s aboriginal must-see TV hilariously highlighted the friction between the nineteen-sixties’ “progressive” generation and their parents via the bigoted, but strangely lovable, character of Archie Bunker. I suspect most of its viewers shared more in common with Archie’s prejudices than they wanted to admit, but laughing at him allowed one to take the first step towards changing one’s own biases, whether one knew it or not.
I like to imagine that my grandparents were always progressive, tolerant people in favor of things we now take for granted, but I know that’s probably wishful thinking. I’m not even sure about myself in this regard. Fortunately, we humans are incessant editors, never happy with the first draft of anything. This tendency towards revision can cause problems, though. For example, most memories I have of my daughter as a baby have been systematically and irrationally replaced by a mental image of how she appears now—an eight-year-old—because I simply can’t believe she was ever so small. In fact, when she was born, one of my friends, while cradling her fragile seven pounds, couldn’t believe it then, saying, “God, why don’t we just die the second we’re born? We’re so delicate and vulnerable!” My wife’s mother, who was visiting, didn’t miss a beat: “It’s mothers, honey. It’s our job to make sure that never happens.” Well, score one for Moms, I thought.
Now that the numbers are in on same-sex marriage, many Republicans are falling like dominos all over themselves to express their support for something that only a few months ago they steadfastly claimed to stand against. They’ll probably soon claim that this is how they felt all along, and they were simply too hamstrung by politics to be able to say what they really meant. Well, okay. In the spirit of openheartedness and what life is really all about, I’ll go so far as to say that the fear of others may mask some deep-seated desire to understand, and maybe even to love. Because really, what is there to be afraid of? Few people today don’t know—or have in their families—at least one loving couple who are raising children, same-sex or not. And it’s really just the loving part that matters. That same-sex marriage could go from its preliminary draft of “diagnosable” to the final edit of “so what?” must indicate some positive evolution on the part of the larger human consciousness. My wife, being a biology teacher, puts it even more succinctly: “Why are all these people so worried about who everybody else is sleeping with, anyway?” (Score two for Moms.)
So, a final draft: happy Mothers’ Day, moms. We are grateful to, and love, you all.