Saturday, May 14, 2005
Now Andy's diet includes cucumbers. Got to keep in shape, yeah. Makos Got the best side of Andy, who looks good in drag. Not enough pictures of Andy with make up. It suits him.
Who exactly could the artworld people be? Hmmm... check it:
art world people
It appears the artworld people are quite popular yet nobody every really mentions who they actually are.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Funny how wine and Perrier find their ways to the same parties and quickly become the alternative drinks if one wants to drink or not drink. It's almost like the products are rubbing each other's backs.
Andy has been obsessed with his weight in the last few entries. Obsession with weight loss has an interesting history. Dieting itself, some argue, goes back to 1087, when William the Conqueror drank water to lose weight because he wanted to ride his horse. That strategy came to be called a liquid diet. An alcoholic one at that...
For nutritionists, being obsessed with dieting is actually alarming. And they try to demystify the myths by also citing William the conqueror (what a way to go down in history). This particular site is wary of wonder diets: "About the only diet we haven't had is one that works. The overwhelming majority fail, with any weight lost rapidly regained because eating habits acquired over a lifetime are hard to break."
So there is Andy, allegorizing William the Conqueror of England, drinking Perrier, the bourgeois alternative drink to wine that is still socially acceptable duing cocktails.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Check on a kookie girl. This is another hit on another Kookie girl Andy's comment on a kooky girl refers to a girl who one meets when first arriving to New York. the question is which part of New York? The city? Brooklyn? Queens? The Bronx? Harlem? Or just "New York" as an homogeneous statement of istness. Kookie girl... vague, not sure what the term in the end may mean for da'man. ... Ahhh! Juliette Lewis is apparently a "Kookie Girl." But is she the type one meets when arriving in NYC? hmmm...
Upon arriving in New York City in 1983, Buckner began to work with the internationally renowned composer Robert Ashley.
Upon arriving in New York City, Katie had an interview with the Chambers Model Agency, and with her looks, grace, and sophistication, she was hired on the spot.
Upon arriving in New York City, immigrant officials, or he himself, added the letter "R" to his name and he became a Forti.
Upon arriving in New York City in the early evening hours February 10 1926, Ayn Rand described her excitement...
I wonder if Ayn Rand would be considered a kookie girl? Although she came into NYC, rather than being there to meet the person who enters the city.
John Cage. The man of chance. The man of I-Ching... everytime I thought of or heard Cage related to the I-ching I always considered the verb "chingar"--a Mexican slang used for many things, ranging from being bothered or bothering someone to getting "fucked" or "fucking" someone, to partying, etc. The term always relates to some sort of rupture in the flow of time: "Hay chingado! No me chinges, Me chingaste chingado!! Esa tarea esta chingada, te voy a chingar..." and so on. Both terms were foreign to me during my teens; the former appeared extremely clean, Passive, exhuberant, transcendental (I-ching), while the latter appeared full of force, violent, indignant, all about streetsmarts. Being normalized by Western colonial thought, I veered towards Cage's cleanliness, while being critical of Mexican Slang. Little did I know the problematics of taking such position. That, some would say, is a matter of chance. Hmmm...
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Wow, Tony Curtis was married for twelve years! That's longer than most people these days. Here is a site focusing on divorce statistics. And then like everything else that's become a nitch market, Divorce has its very own magazine.
Going back to Curtis, as we can see when visiting the previous link, he was an "artist." I particularly like this painting. This one is not bad, either. Jamie Lee Curtis is his daughter. She recently went public claiming that she would not have plastic surgery to stay on top of the Hollywood game. I'm not sure what that's really about. I thought she had some work done in the past, particularly when she did the movie True Lies with Arnold. But then I heard it was a double who performed the strip-teaze. Oh, well. Doubles in Hollywood are something else. They are the deceiving mirroring filters for desire. I always thought Jamie was cool. Heck she is a "baroness."
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Bette Midler working to the last fart. Andy farted all over Rubell's buddy and that was not a performance. Amazing what the aura of prison can do for someone who claims to having been there. It is part of phalocentrism in its most complicated form. I mean, power is all over that aura, for sure sure, asking for money and getting $40 off of none other than Andy Warhol is a kicker. What do I mean about the aura? Well, it's all over Spike Lee's next to last movie 25th hour, where all Ed Norton keeps thinking about is how he will inevitably become somebody's bitch in the big house. So the big scene, that is the money shot of the whole mess in what Spike Lee dared called a film, culminated with Norton's best friend beating the shit out of him so that he looked tough enough to go to the big house without getting raped right away, aha... the house be tough on young boys. Norton could have asked for a twenty then and there and gotten a big bill, just for the bloody look. The whole plot is that Norton is a drug dealer who got caught who then has to do time, and he spends the last 24 hours partying with his buddies. Rosario Dawson is his young girlfriend. So, this is part of the aura of having been to the big house and being Steve's "roommate." The power of having survived a tough situation that is mythologized on phalocentric codes is amazing.
Oh, yeah. Midler's performance was in The Rose, a biography of Janis Joplin. Worked to the last fart, for sure--that's a hard role to play. Janis. Janis.
Andy contradicted himself. He is famous for his famous quote (famous, get it?):
"In the future everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes." In his comment today he realized that he was famous for a day--that's a lot of fifteen minutes. Maybe everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes, but only few for a day. Andy certainly was one of those few.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Andy's comment on Jodi Foster is classic. As I wrote before, rumour in Hollywood is that she's gay, but given that they like her so much, nobody dares comment on her private life. I think that if she is, she should just come out. Look at Ellen DeGeneres, had a rough a time when she first stepped up, but now appears to be doing well. Although that whole "dance thing" she does in her show is getting old. It's getting ridiculous. The other day she danced with Justin Timberlake, only nobody knew it was Justin because he was in a Cookie Doll boy's outfit. When he took off the fake head people screamed. And then he asked Ellen to wear something that looked like a white over-sized loungerie. Then Justin said, "Now your a glass of milk. We can dance." And I thought, dasssit!! dassitt!! this dance thing got old, somebody get my remote!
Jodi is cool, though. I liked her in the Panic Room. As always she played the strong woman character. It really fits her.
Going back to Andy, I never saw the Omnibus episode, although I did see his appearance in the Loveboat. I had no idea who he was at the time. I was a kid then, and thought he looked really odd; eccentric, was a word I learned later. He appeared as himself in the Loveboat. He was cool. He looked really efeminate to me, and I thought he was gay, but I found out that his sexual preference was not really talked about. Even after he died, more recently I heard Dennis Hopper being interviewed on public radio, KCRW I believe, and he was saying how Andy was really asexual, how he could not remember anyone coming forward saying they had had sex with Andy. The interview was due to Andy's retrospective at MOCA in Los Angeles. Now that I read Andy's diaries it is obvious he was gay, he mentions it from time to time.
Jodi should come out. If she is, that is. Her business. Respect.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Charlie's Angels is Farrah's everlasting stamp of fame, whether she likes it or not. I think she is indifferent to the whole Angels thing at this point. She was on late night with David Letterman the other day, and looked really good--showing legs and everything--Hot! Nobody would guess she was born in 1947, that makes her 58 years old. On entertainment tonight (or was it x-tra?) they showed her posing for the cameras as she came out of the letterman's studio. At one point she said: "If you use any bad shots, you will hear from me!" Here is a good (classic) shot of Farrah, here is a another shot of Farrah as she matured. Here is a then and now comparison.
Farrah is 57, and Ruscha is 67; he was born in 1937, ten years before Farrah. I always consider him young, for some reason. Then again, I am proven wrong. Maybe because I always see his early picture in current situations--a way to keep him young. If there is an artstar, it is Ruscha. He was ahead (well, all artists are, right? that is why they are the avant-garde, bien sur!). But seriously, he did a great piece on insitutional critique: LACMA on Fire. And in 1999, Ruscha was featured in an exhibition at LACMA.
Art happens in odd ways. Farrah had a show at LACMA (yes, the one on fire). The work consisted of photographs, drawings and a lifesize sculpture of her made of marble. It didn't look like her at all. The whole show focused on their love relationship. I am not sure if they are still together. It was the oddest show I ever saw. The reviews were odd as well. Cathartic would be the gentler word.