Technicolor Skull is a collaboration between filmmaker and ridiculously amazing thereminist Kenneth Anger and musician, artist, filmmaker, and writer Brian Butler. They call it a “magick ritual of light and sound in the context of a live performance.” We tried to think of some words to describe the noises the duo makes and the videos that are projected behind them, but they all fell short (“aural mindfuck” came closest, but that sounds like something that happens at Guantánamo Bay). They don’t play shows too often, but if you hear of one coming you should find a way to get your ass in front of the stage—even if it means selling your car, kids, and house and flying to some shamanic teepee in Portugal. Also, they did the cover this month.
Kimberly Kane’s ascension to the top of the adult-film industry began shortly after she moved to LA in 2003, and was capped by her winning the AVN Award for Best Actress in 2010 for playing a very horny Scully in The Sex Files. She broke into directing with 2006’s Naked and Famous, and now busies herself directing Vivid’s interracial Blackmaled line. Dian Hansen, editor of Taschen’s The Big Penis Book, said Kimberly’s photography “has taken her unique life experience, something none of the many photographers who’ve attempted to document the adult industry from the outside can boast, and turned it into fascinating and competent art.” It also might give you a boner, just like the Hollywood lovelies she shot for us in this issue.
Sean Tejaratchi currently lives in Los Angeles with his zine, Crap Hound, and his Twitter account, @ShittingtonUK. He did a lot of the book design for Feral House back in its late-90s heyday; compiled and edited that book Death Scenes: A Homicide Detective’s Scrapbook, which is still very difficult to eat while reading; and most recently coauthored Doctor Farm, Book IV of the Jupiter Chronicles, a futuristic sci-fi series about alien war and the importance of diversity and tolerance. Basically it starts out with a Mexican interstellar space oncologist (tranny) trying to rescue his/her(?) Sudanese (dark-skinned) wolf-husband (genetic experiment/Muslim). We think Sean is some sort of Persian or maybe, like, Tajik? Afraid to ask.
You might remember Bobcat Goldthwait as one of the odder creatures of 80s and early-90s comedy—a scratchy-voiced, possibly mentally ill character who showered onstage, played Zed in the Police Academy movies, and lit Jay Leno’s set on fire. Over the past decade he dropped the weird voice and started writing and directing his own movies on his own terms. His latest feature, God Bless America, is about a cancer patient and a high school girl who team up to murder the trash who appear on reality TV, and we can’t wait to watch it. We asked Bobcat to write something for this issue, and he sent an essay explaining how he went from being an unhappy sell-out comic to an auteur who can do whatever the fuck he wants.
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JENNIFER JUNIPER STRATFORD
Growing up in Hollywood, Jennifer Juniper Stratford became obsessed with the dreamlike realm of the screen while simultaneously coming to terms with the industry’s grubby realities. Her work often deals with the intersection of the fantastic and the all too real, like her VICE.com column, Off Hollywood, in which she interviews and photographs forgotten greats from the 80s and early 90s. For the past ten years, she’s been collecting visual and aural memorabilia from Alphy’s Soda Pop Club, an underage dance club that catered to LA’s teen celebrities in the 80s. Jennifer was one of the few “regular kids” allowed in, and it was there she met Corey Haim, whom she spoke to in 2004 for an interview that has never been published—until now.