This is the story of the 1970s summer photographer Nan Goldin and writer/actress Cookie Mueller spent in P-Town in the Cape, partying non-stop with eccentrics like Philippe Marcade, John Waters, and other brilliant weirdos.
Despite being founded by two 20-somethings, ALL-IN isn't just a vanity project. The first issue features Willem Dafoe, John Waters, Chris Kraus, and is definitely worth spending a week's worth of lunch money on.
In recognition of how thoroughly Waters has gotten under the world's skin, Lincoln Center hosted Fifty Years Of John Waters: How Much Can You Take?, a 12-film retrospective of his life's work. We managed to speak to him while we were there.
John Waters has been offending audiences for 50 years, but he doesn't plan to stop shocking the world anytime soon, so I called him to talk about his new book, Grindr, and everyone's favorite bad boy pop star.
Brice Dellsperger's extensive series uses cinema as found material, which can be manipulated, perverted, and subverted. We talked to the French video artist about his provocative use of camp and drag.
In the late 90s, while writing for the skateboarding magazine Big Brother, I thoroughly enjoyed fucking with my interview subjects. One of those subjects, a rapper named Cheazy-E, claimed my interview made him look like a "gott-damn retard."
When the drag queen Divine ate dog shit at the end of John Waters's Pink Flamingos, he knew he was participating in a great publicity stunt. What he didn't know was he was about to become an icon of American culture.
Since the artist Mike Kelly died last year, a flurry of retrospectives have opened. An epic show co-curated by Emi Fontana currently runs at the HangarBicocca. In between summer travels, Emi took some time to talk about the late artist.