Andrew James Weatherhead Proves You Don’t Have to Share Every Single Thing That Comes Into Your Mind
Andrew James Weatherhead is my everything and he has a new book.
In 1978 I was working at a portrait studio in a mall in Orange County and living with my soon-to-be ex-wife. She had given me the green light to sleep around, but I was still miserable.
During the 80s the Bones Brigade was the biggest thing in skateboarding. Their mission was to take skateboarding into the mainstream, and they succeeded. George Harrison even invited them to dinner, for Christ's sake.
Wenderoth's newest book, If I Don’t Breathe How Do I Sleep, is a dark and peculiar volume you might keep in the same drawer with your Faces of Death tapes and the Flowers of Evil. I talked to him about his new poetry collection and...
Todd James, a.k.a. REAS, has a new art show opening Thursday in Manhattan at the Sandra Gering gallery. You should go. I’m going.
A while ago, I wrote a thing about how I don't "get" art. In the piece, I dared to suggest that maybe it was silly that a neon sign that says "my cunt is wet with fear" is worth $100,000. It was read by a lot of people, many of whom disagreed with me...