To prove it (and apologize to BSD reader Greg who sent in a beautiful monograph of the work of artist Jeremy Deller while I was out of town), I took not one but nine photos, each with a different smile. . . to demonstrate the precise degree of my appreciation-- with joy in my heart and blood in my broomstick.
Gone for nearly the entire month, I dashed off to the post office just in the nick of time. My package was two days past the return date. Phew! Thank you overworked postal workers. Thank you Greg and thank you Jeremy for some very inspiring work.
Big Shoe Diaries Fan, Richard shared this great photo he keeps in his home. . . it's one of the great Gabe Ayala photos, nicely framed and set in exactly the right place. . . a bookshelf, so I can be close to all those words and pictures. Beautiful!
Among the many art adventures I had the privilege to indulge this past month thanks to a busy porn schedule, I had the great fortune to finally visit the Dia Art Foundation's mammoth installation space on the Hudson river in Beacon New York (Thanks Ray Dragon!).
Among Dia's top shelf art offerings was a large floor piece by artist Walter De Maria. Sadly, De Maria died this Thursday in Los Angeles. While on a brief trip to California to celebrate his mother's 100th birthday De Maria suffered a stroke. Along with other "Earth Artists" like Robert Smithson, De Maria's work straddled both Minimalism and Conceptual art. He's perhaps best know for "The Lightning Field", first opened in 1977, a large grid of 400 stainless steel poles averaging 20 feet in height that cover an area of 1 kilometer by 1 mile in the desert of New Mexico. Thanks to the Dia Foundation, you can view another famous piece by De Maria, "New York Earth Room" also from 1977, in which the artist filled a loft in Soho with 22 inches of specially treated, inert dirt (so nothing grows in it).
In addition to sculpture, De Maria played in several bands, most famously one that went on to become The Velvet Underground.
Finally home in Baltimore after a month traveling for work (with limited wifi) only to return home to intermittent wifi and a 25% raise in rent from my evil slumlord Simone.
Thankfully my lease already renewed but I may not get the chance to call Balmer home much longer. . .
There was sooooo much I wanted to post while I was away and now I can't remember a single bit of it. Damn you Alzheimer's! For starters, I had something very smart to say about this series of portraits by the incomparable Gabe Ayala, taken at LA's premier sex club The Zone. Unfortunately, we booked the joint before it opened so I didn't get any tail. An entire month away from home in three major US cities. . . You think I'd find at least one sensible hookup outside of work right???
To see more of Gabe's work, check out his new zine TYPE / FACE or view his website HERE.
Minister of Propaganda (and major beer aficionado), Karl Marxxx and Colby Keller escaped up the Hudson River to Beacon, NY this past weekend. While the main thrust of the trip was work for Colby and art for all (Dia Beacon posts to come!), the Big Shoe Diarists got a chance to sample a couple of tasty flights of beer from the local craft beer establishment, The Hop Beacon. Drinking through the draft beer selection from light to dark brought more than a glimmer to bearded Colby's already sparkly eyes.
Green screen penises are a dime a dozen when it comes to weather forecasters as they attempt to show the why and how of storms as the develop in an area, but it seems like the traffic reporters are trying to infringe on the accidental map penis territory.
As dutiful readers and sore Canadians will recall, I was in Toronto for Pride recently hosting one of my infamous "Colby Keller Spanking Stations" during Pride. I had blast and a half spanking all those adorable Canadian bums. A Colby favorite, artist J. Bone rendered this excellent perception versus reality graphic to give those of you haven't received a signature spank, what exactly you're missing. Thanks, J. Bone!!!
The ultimate, final, crowning and concluding chapter of Larry Duplechan's Eight Days A Week-- The love story of aspiring nightclub singer Johnnie Ray Rousseau and 6'2" time-jumping, worm-hole cosmonaut Colby Keller (or "Keith" Keller as he is known in the book), serendipitously discovered at the Baltimore Book Thing on Leap Day and read religiously one chapter at a time, exactly every eight days:
Perhaps best known for "Please Mr. Postman", The Marvelettes' "Beechwood 4-5789":
Erin Markey never ceases to amaze us at Big Shoe Diaries. She's hilarious, talented, irreverent and incredibly butch while being sexy and alluring at the same time (everything we strive for!). Tonight you have the chance to see her at Joe's Pub in NYC. Here work has appeared on the blog before, but now's your chance to see her in person.
Enjoy this excerpt from tonight's show, and then go buy your tickets before it sells out!
Blog reader, Andy from Western Australia could not find his dog. He looked everywhere for the cute little guy and even found this enormous black penis in the shower, but where was his beloved d-o-. . . wait a minute! There is he is-PENIS DOG!!!