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The one thing I regret about the nearly ten years of living in New York City was that I didn’t use my camera very much. I moved to Manhattan in 1993 and by that time The Deuce (42nd St) was already dying. All the theaters up and down 42nd St. were still there, but most of them were closed for business.
I think it was 1994 that a public art show went up and all of the theater marquees were used to display haikus written by different people…I didn’t even get a photo of that! For shame. But…
Here are a few more motels that I shot in Reno in 2001. They’re not the best photos in the world or even the best scans, but old Reno never fails to deliver on some level.
I found some negatives from film I took in Reno way back in the late 80s. I have some amazing Polaroids of some of these scanned negatives and they are classic. You can see some of those Polaroids HERE.
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This article first appeared in Baltimore OUTLoud on Jan. 1, 2009
If you’ve been out in Baltimore and happen to see a beautiful woman dressed like a canary and swinging from a trapeze, you were probably at the Club Charles on a Saturday night watching Nikki LeFaye. Or maybe you’ve seen her in one of her other incarnations, such as Joyce DeSalvo, a gaudy middle-aged singer and travel agent to the stars. No matter what character she happens to be, it is impossible not to take notice.
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This article first appeared in Baltimore OUTLoud on Dec. 18, 2008
Baltimore has more nicknames than any other city in the world. That’s certainly a more likely statement than saying it’s the “Greatest City in America” as our city benches proclaim. Mobtown, Charm City, Harm City, Armpit City, Bulletmore, Crabtown, Monument City, Birdland, Ravenstown, Tiny Town, The City of Firsts, and Bodymore, Murderland are just a few of the names that are used to describe our fine city. But it’s the innocuous nickname Smalltimore that resonates with most of us on a regular basis and that’s what makes writing this column so fun.
This article first appeared in Baltimore OUTLoud on Nov. 21, 2008. Additional photos are posted here.
By nature humans are gluttonous. If given more than their share, they will certainly take it. Hoard it. Own it. Consume it. And in an era where the internet offers up every conceivable type of perversion, we now want to possess those as well. It starts with online exhibitionism as a rite of passage and accelerates to bolder acts and more extreme interests. If this increasing sexual gluttony were made into a film, it may end up looking a little like 29 Needles by S. Philip G.
S. Philip G. on the set of 29 Needles
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I pulled this shot deep from the vaults. It’s a Polaroid taken in 1990 of the famous Condor Club and I remember thinking at the time that I was pissed for taking my time about shooting the sign because by the time I shot it, Carol Doda’s name was removed and replaced by Rita Ricardo’s. Then it was a typically overcast day in San Francisco and the results weren’t that fantastic…but at least I got the shot.
One day, a couple of months ago, I encountered a beautiful Polaroid of one of my favorite monsters, Garamon. He is a tragic little guy who is killed in an early episode of Inframan. The tragic part is that he is killed even while he’s holding a balloon! I suppose that makes you a good target, but only innocents and nice people carry balloons. So, I guess he is a Monster Saint now…
Tragic Garamon…I can’t think about him very much or I will start crying.
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This column first appeared in Baltimore OUTLoud on Nov. 7, 2008.
DEFEKTIVE ARTS, Nov. 7, 2008
WHEN I WAS asked to contribute an Arts and Entertainment column to OUTLoud, I thought it would be an exciting opportunity to share with readers some of the things that go on outside as well as inside of what I call the “Mt. Vernon Bubble”. It’s great that Baltimore has something close to resembling a Gay District, but when did the word “gay” become synonymous with the word boring? Don’t get your low-rise Calvin’s in a bunch just yet . . . I am here to work with you, not against you. I love Lube Wrestling and Drag Queen Bingo just as much as the next homo. In fact, I am certifiably and pathologically obsessed with the glamorous and (preferably) filthy world of drag queens. I have drag queens on my mind almost constantly and it’s no wonder that I thought of Dazzlestorm, Baltimore’s reigning gender-bending art band, to help break-in my first column. Read the rest of this entry »
Years ago I used to go to this store in San Francisco for back issues of old magazines and odd ephemera. I never left without first looking through this little cardboard box they had that was always filled with smutty old photos. I avoided the straightforward pin-up shots and went for the more ridiculous, like the one below.
I loved the obviously posed shots and staged fight scenes and always wondered how anyone could find them erotic or arousing in any way. They were hilarious and I couldn’t get enough. I always root for the girl with the most eye make-up and biggest hair. Clearly, they are superior beings.
