Showing posts with label Jordan Fox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jordan Fox. Show all posts
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Bonbon is Goodgood
Bonbon is one of my favorite parties of the week, not just because I was a sweaty fantastical mess this last Tuesday voguing, serving, and walking with my de la Blanca family, and not just because I got some love from Empress Yahaira Extravaganza (pictured above), but because there are so many beautiful people there each week. Plus, DJ Michael Magnan keeps me on the floor. Of course the divine Amanda Lepore (pictured below left and right) and Kenny Kenny (pictured below center) were there.
By the time I got to Bonbon, I was feeling goodgood since my friend and Pill Award-nominated director Francis Legge (pictured above with Amanda) and I had been to Fish Bar in the East Village and to Boy Box at G Lounge first. Before I was lost in the dance, I did manage to get some shots of Jordan Fox and Ludewig, Jordan's dopplegänger (pictured with Amanda below).
Eric Halliwell (pictured below) and Demanda (pictured with and without Eric below) were there. Of course, Eric was snapping away, too.
Tyler Stone (pictured below) was there, too, working his chain mail. I'm looking forward to his upcoming show at Don Hill's--and to next Tuesday's Bonbon, too.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Nighttime Canvassing
"Movement is an abstraction," Marcel Duchamp explained when discussing the figures in his paintings. On those canvases, "successive images of the body in movement" offer "formal decomposition; that is, linear elements following each other like parallels and distorting the object. The object is stretched out, as if elastic."
Ultimately, Duchamp insisted, movement is "a deduction articulated within the painting, [it] is within the eye of the spectator, who incorporates it into the painting." Clubs are much like those paintings. Nightlifers need to see movement in them, through them--not just in the people dancing to, say, DJ Michael Magnan's beats at Bonbon last night, as Celso (pictured above, around Jordan Fox above center) and others did. Clubs need to offer places to move so that you can change your vantage point of the fantastical reverie, so that you can enjoy your own parallelism in the imagery you take in and reassemble from the evening.
The blur that the evening may well become should start off with angles, color, and lights. It should be accompanied by a determined bass drum and maybe some snare for inspiration. The beat should always have, as Michael Jackson's musical director in This Is It articulated Michael's criticism of the pacing and sound of the track they were rehearsing at the time, "more booty in it."
Even if you're not dancing, as Eric Halliwell (pictured above center) and Matthew Heresy (pictured further above center) weren't, your body still complements the scene, or its Cubist decomposition, à la Duchamp, that I try to capture in digital canvases.
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