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Well, he's at it again, our favourite televison star and all around good guy Mike Diamond is back spreading with his pal Greg Scarnici, Christmas fear. He's made, with the talented singer/composer/white gay man and overtly degenerate and cock obsessed Greg Scarnici, a track which summarizes our times. And wishes us a very scary Christmas.

It was the day before Christmas and .....

Everyone wants to be something they aren't...or as Mike'd say "ain't".

Blacks want to be middle class white people from the 60s, white people want to be Super Fly from the 70s and speak with ebonic flair like Mike and Greg. Jews are becoming slutty and sluts are looking very English blue blood or just even sluttier. Everyone is on drugs and slurping cum as if it were Twink (the drink...! Jeez)

Jewish go go boys, like the stellar Jay Roth, abound. This is true. If you'd said to a nice Jewish boy when I was a teen in the 1970s, that Jewish boys would be swinging their schlongs about with relentless aplomb in the future, they'd have slapped you,...and not bitch slap, but plane ol' make contact with your face with the palm of their nice Jewish hand.

Smart people pretend to be nerds wearing black horn rim glasses without any glass in them (I guess its the names "horn" and "rim" which is the key here), which are now considered hot! Alpha males pose like dumb sexy PlayBoy bunnies from the 60s. Also hot. There are alot of transgender people too (once considered exotic and were very closeted, now just about everyone who works at Apple is transgender), out in the world, and in this song track. They want to be just about everything.

Classic Drag queens want to look like their mothers from the 60s and 70s....and according to this pair of Old Skool/Old Ballroom jargon singers, our new 21st-century vaudevillians , "trannies are giving runway down by the Piers".

You might get a bit confused, but Mike and Greg have made it all quite clear....bitch slapping our ears and hearts with poignant observations about pubic hair, cum, twinks, bears, queens, STDs, faggotry, ballroom, twerking, (I think that means when twinks - "the children" - "werk" - that means work - the dance floor) etc in this rather marvellously made clip and track.

Brian Mills, our favourite Fierth.com maker extraordinaire was photography director, so does it surprise you it's so funny and stylish?

The words of this ditty is deeply clever, listen to each phrase...so true, so funny, so well thought out.....( I constantly have to remind people that in real life, like Phyllis Diller, Mike is not at all like his public persona....he rescues stray dogs and is very gentlemanly and is a nice Jewish boy)

They may come off as vile, filthy minded perverts, but they are in fact very clever socialogists doing their work in the medium of our time, music and tracks.

A Christmas Bitch Track! Written by Greg Scarnici and Mike Diamond, serving up a gay holiday for one and all!

Director of Photography: Brian Mills

Shot on location in DUMBO, Brooklyn, New York.

For More Diamond Magique follow any of these links:

www.mikediamondonline.com

www.facebook.com/mike.diamond

http://twitter.com/MikeDiamondXYZ

For more Scarnici Magique (including a few of his wonderful songs about all sorts of neat things), just follow these links

Greg is worthy of a whole article, which Mdvanii shall do in the near future,....he's a parodic performer, he does comedy and farce and alot of very gay stuff, all quite hilarious so click on the bio link below and get the details:

http://www.gregscarnici.com/Home.html

http://gregscarnici.com/Bio.html

FUCKED UP FOOD OF THE 60s & HOW IT MADE ME GAY: Excerpt NUMBER THREE from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

2011-12-12T10:35:00.001-08:00

Jonny McGovern "Dickmatized"

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FUCKED UP FOOD OF THE 60s & HOW IT MADE ME GAY: Excerpt NUMBER THREE from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

2011-12-12T09:18:00.000-08:00

Food during the early sixties, at least for me, was a very mysterious thing. I am 100% sure it was this stuff which made the chemicals in my body turn me even gayer than I already was. I had a strange fascination/repulsion for food, (as I had for cock and the desire to be caressed by men and boys of any type), as it took on the same vague qualities that mostly everything else did. I somehow believe that, like all inanimate objects (cases in point: Speedy Alka-Selzer and Mr. Peanut) it had a life of its own. And this was a time when junk food took on the absolutely most bizarre forms, shapes, and names - extravagant foods for extravagant times. They gave comfort and familiarity on one hand with the endearing names and all, and had a completely alien life form quality on the other. There were the things I could eat and there were things other children could eat but I could only look at. You have to admit, retrospectively that, the names certainly didn't sound edible. Between ten years of lightening fast change, the sixties junk foods, even though they tried to sound, around the time of astronauts and Olympics, as if they had healthy things in them, were absolutely nuts!

There was Fiddle Faddle, Korkers, Twinkies (which actually looked like common household bacteria under a microscope), Krunchy Nuggest, Ho-Hos, Tasty Kakes, Red Zingers, Zooper-Doopers, Banana Flips, Pringles, Flings, Screaming Yellow Zonkers, Fickle Finger Franks, and Wonka Bars, just to name a very few. Of course, you had to "wash it all down" so-to-speak. The fruit drink Hi-C, sounding madly scientific, was supposedly made in a "special way" (as vague as that sounds!) so it "stays rich in vitamin C!" and during its "Flavor Fling" contest which announced 1107 prizes (including the grand prize of $25,000), they offered consumers to "get acquainted with these famous five flavors" . However, there were lots of alternatives to the pre-packaged liquid soft drink concept. Science class was never so much fun although a number of these refreshing pauses contained red food dye number two and cyclamates which could hardly be called "fun". It was nearly as “fun” as thylitamide.

Those nifty lift-offs into outer space and the whole instant-this-and-instant-that rap was extremely marketable. It mesmerized spectators and consumers alike as powders, concentrates, and tablets that released, for example, "sky blue" flavored beverage as well as gelatinous masses. Wink ("the sassy one"), Mountain Dew ("It'll tickle your innards"), Sprite ("Tart and tingling"), and Tab ("Be a mindsticker"), took the traditional route in glass but not the usual conventional forms, as they came in architectural shaped bottles that paid homage to the latest Apollo rockets as well as the local space-theme drive-in or World's Fair pavilions. The recent glamorization of the newly expanded drug culture made it possible for soft drinks to have a copy such as Wink's: "Join the Cola Dropouts. You get a whole new feeling with Wink. Cola was never like this. You don't just drink Wink. You feel it. A million liquid diamonds turn on all at once. A tintinnabulating tingle wipes out your thirst. And your taste will tell your mind... Wink is where it's at. Now in diet, too." - All I can say now is “Holy Mole-y Macarolly!” . The Fizzies, which came in groovy tablets like drugs, and the Pillsbury Funnyface mix which had Groovy Grape and Rootin' Tootin' Raspberry characters among its flavored spokes-persons had hypnotic alchemistic nuances, not to mention Kool-Aid which apppeared as an inorganic powdered substance which I think recalled cocaine. Jim Jones eventually used some sort of powdered Instant Tang-like substance to use as a fruity tasting mass murder final gulp. These mixes created concoctions that gave one the true sense of creation, (fortunately not often in the way Jones did), a taste of the fast forward modern times euphoria or at least a funny-coloured tongue.

These questionable forms of nourishment had a certain poetic recall and symbolic reference to advancement, accomplishment, success, and harmony within good taste, besides the fact that they supposedly tasted good. The various shapes of these snacktime marvels not only recalled the latest in bacteriology, but also in furniture design and aerodynamics. A Cheese Doodle took on the plastic integrity of a Tecta glass lamp, Bugles had the sculptural "wholeness" of an Arteluce wallsconce or a Verner Panton cone chair, and Fritos had the fluid elasticity of a Storz and Palmer Chaise longue. Pringle, the well-known "newfangled" potato chip, stacked just like the newest chairs by Charles and Ray Eames, while the classic Frito-Lay had the random biomorphisis of Formica's "Skylark" pattern. The sleek, streamlined Scooter Pie vied for structural reliability with the Boeing 707 and the U.S. Enterprise. These treats were loaded with all sorts of chemicals and additives and preservatives, and in scale, parallel to the fuel aboard a DC-7. They were equally aerodynamic.

The dymaxion qualities of these cakes and cookies, with names such as Pop Tarts and Flings suggested not only movement and kinetic experiences which allowed one to fantasize about progress and design, but also, with their general appeal, seduced you with pure aesthetic charisma. In addition, they bowled you over with the magnetism of emotional beckoning. Case examples were fascinating fluorescent pink textured semi-spheroid Sno-Balls hovering over the omnipresent Hostess cupcakes which had highly significant (design-wise) squiggly loops of frosting right down the center. This tubular motif of sugary confection was imitated by lesser known cupcakes throughout the world, but in its original incarnation was as comforting as a reproduction of a colonial armchair. “Traditional yet ‘right’ for now”... contemporary in the truest sense and a bargain at two for twelve cents.

Jay Ward's alter ego Bullwinkle J. Moose (who was really very gay) had a diet comprised exclusively of cupcakes and mooseberry juice (also used as rocket fuel by Rocket J. Squirrel), which seemed limited yet, in its consistency, very sound. They must have packed some wallop though. This also explains Bullwinkle's gay behavior. The synthetic substances baked into the "goodness" of a cupcake unleashed, like an LSD trip, all the furies of the unconscious. Early examples of the spongy cakes, if not for the fact they were the bedrock of gradeschool commodities exchanges ("I'll trade ya my peanut butter and cabbage sandwich for your Ding Dong!") might have been considered dangerous weapons. The example heralded as a precedent in psycho-excuses for total madness came when Dan White was turned into a killer of Supervisor of San Franciisco Harvey Milk and Mayor George Moscone of San Francisco. He claimed in the trial for first degree murder he was overcome by "temporary insanity" due to his ingestion of two Twinkies although he later admitted that the crime was premeditated. In this case, nobody received "a big delight in every bite" . White's defense was labeled "the Twinkie defense" by the world press. When he was released on parole for voluntary manslaughter, a series of violent riots broke out known as the White Night Riots and people ate Twinkies as these outraged protestors were appalled by the brevity of his sentence, they wanted to imply that they themselves might not be responsible for any violence they may commit towards the monstrous killer. One can only shudder at the 1980s advertised Chicken McNuggets, dressed as Dracula, do to red corpuscles and grey matter. The 1960s “Kaboom!" cereal for children might very well have degenerated average six year-olds into misanthropic Einsteins bent on grade-school carnage.

SCOOTER LAFORGE makes his own "PORN-à-PRETER" (copyright BillyBoy* 2011)

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WARNING: BLINDNESS BY HUGE COCK MAY OCCUR WHILE LOOKING AT THIS IMAGE.

FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY: WE REQUEST ALL ADMIRERS OF HUGE COCK TO PLEASE TRY VERY VERY HARD TO LIFT YOUR EYES UP FROM THE HUGE ELEPHANT TRUNK SLASH COCK, (WE THINK THAT IS WHAT IT IS THOUGH WE ARE NOT SURE)...THIS BLOG ENTRY IS ABOUT THE TEESHIRT AND IT'S MAKER!

SCOOTER LAFORGE

I did a double take when I fell upon this...stumbled rather. Like falling over a log in the forest. Its unreal looking. What is that huge thing in the middle of the photo....an elephant trunk? Why do I just know this guy is super, super popular in which ever city he lives. I bet he nevers has a day where he has no idea what to do. Or wear. Some people are just born lucky,...or cursed, dependant on how you look at it (and look at it you cannot avoid). I wonder if that thing eats peanuts and is afraid of mice?

This photo is so seedy and fabulous and Neo Punk, I had to steal it off of my friend Scooter's blog/thingy.....on tumblr.com

Scooter Laforge...San Fran Castro Street habitué and observer/participator, well, words fail me,...so I shall attempt some to capture the glamour and sexed up slap in the face you get when you look at his stuff. Is it art? Is it fashion? Is it porn? It's "Porn-à-Preter" (copyright BillyBoy* 2011 - A Mdvaniiism by BillyBoy* & Lala)

He has loads of friends on FaceBook....

His work: Its all about auto-fellation, death, clowns, cartoons, erect cocks, proud sex workers, more erect cocks, huge cocks, storybooks, little boys in 50s clothes, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, BabyBoom, Daddy fixations, Daddy Love me, Pleeeez, Bears, Slim Jims, Youth, pre-cum, ejaculations, young thin men, nipples, odours, barechests, cockrings, piercings, Nasty Pig (A place you can buy his stuff), East Village, fist fucking, nature scenes, over-exposure, under acknowledged, drag queen worship, butterflies, obsessive/compulsive behaviour, surviving the financial depression in New York, cum, leftover cold pizza, unmade beds, urine stains, obscene words, bad drawing, good drawing, bad cop/good cop, edgy, gaytube, amateur porn, dark corridors, tenement buildings, Disney porn, hand jobs, quickies, munchies, bottoms, tops, teeshirts, tight pants, versatile, alternative scene, jerkoff parties, sausage parties, jealous husbands, I'm a very stylish girl! seven dwarves, smoking cigarettes, picking guys up in strangedark places, techno music, electro, bukkake, doilies, dainty, post-modernism revisited, Mad Men, pissing, designer labels, acrylics, Plastique Fantasique, webcams, spread-eagel, jockstraps, 60s style, video, music biz, big eyeballs, Cyclops, art biz, fucking, minor and major underground celebrities, smoke-y night clubs, grundgy apartments, flattery, paint tubes, lipstick, dirty socks, kinky, funny, humour, Mad Magazine, Castro Street, Gay Pride, IN YOUR FACE, boyfriends, splattered paint, sweaty armpits, leather stuff, fetishism, fuck you if you can't take a joke, messy gay sex, boys, beauty, gorgeous boys in underwear. masks, body hair, hair gel, auto-portraits, crotches, ripped jeans, ripped clothes, ripped off, rippled chests, sneakers, using the word cunt in reference to a guy, bunnies, muscle mags, facials, twinks, threesomes, muscle cars, bitches, emails, internet sex, blogs, pals, shemales, werk it gurl!, scumbags, EX-BOYFRIENDS à Go-GO, Go Go Dancers, Farrah Fawcett, skeletons, sock fetishism, Boylesque, strippers, hard-ons, hard to understand, hard life, Humpty Dumpty, ass shots, good life, fabulousness, grit, shite, shoot, high, pot, farting unashamedly, dyed hair, tattoos, artifical, retro 60s lunchboxes, customizing, phoney Buddhists, money hungry, slapstick, comedy musicals, gay history, rubber party favours and farces et attrapes, faking Chanel logos, Bugs Bunny, S&M, bondage toys, dildoes, slogans, stencils, silkscreens, eating food out of the can, fake fur, tie dye, tribal, New Wave, low lighting, glitter, facial expressions, make-up, Smurf face, boys in make up, candy, tough thug porn, pick ups, oh God, I'm gonna cum, channeling Warhol, LOOK AT ME, Smile-y face, Stud Fuck, blowjobs, Popeye, pinball, narcissism, Marilyn Monroe, poverty, glamour, nice accessories, purses, Ronald McDonald, Mickey Mouse, spiders, fastfood, stuffed toys, monkey mask, full ashtrays, body worship, pierced cocks, rock and roll, punk rock, fantasy, gay sex, gay sex, gay sex,,........and more auto-fellation.

(How can you not be totally amused by someone who cums in his own mouth?)

So how can you not totally adore it?

His stuff is at Patricia Field's shop in New York.

Check this out if your horny, or want to wear something totally Neo Neo Neo Punk New York Street Savvy Fabulousness.

http://scooterlaforgetees.tumblr.com/

Art by Davey: Photo Booth Me by Jeremy Rocklin for New York Lives

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Art by Davey has been a dancer, photographer, and designer in New York City since 1984. "Photo Booth Me" is his self-portrait project, using Photo Booth software to create the eclectic visuals he refers to collectively as his Tribe.

Davey Mitchell werks it here, like you cannot even begin to imagine...divineness and fabulosity ... Mdvanii is soooo proud of him and thinks he is sublimb.

Soon to be featured on the newly up-dated Fondation Tanagra website, Davey is also know in New York City for his Red Lion performances.

Created by

Jeremy Rocklin reachable at: jrocklin@newyorklives.tv

New York Lives is a web video site featuring portraits of New Yorkers from many different walks of life.

Check them out at newyorklives.tv

http://vimeo.com/33226416

WONDERFUL Fiona Cartledge interview, creator of SIGN OF THE TIMES in London speaks of late 70s - late 90s British Club Music Scene She Lived!!

2011-11-25T16:13:00.000-08:00

FIONA CARTLEDGE GIVES US A SIGN OF OUR TIMES.....!!!!

ACID HOUSE WEAR MAKER AND INITIATOR, CLUB KID, PARTY-GIVER EXTRAORDINAIRE, DESIGNER TO THE ACID SCENE BRITISH CLUB MUSIC INDUSTRY....AND IN GENERAL,...FABULOUS GLAMOURPUSS AND SAVVY ENTREPRENEUR

Our dear long-time friend the wonderful and fun Fiona Cartledge, with whom Lala and I traveled to Russia with in the late 1980s, speaks brilliantly of her experiences in the Club scene in London and England in the 1970s until the 1990s.... she mentions our meeting in the 80s and a fashion show which was on an airplane of Virgin AirLines, a number of outfits and pieces which now are in my collection. She mentions my vintage Smile-y faces of that era I had and she built and catapulted her famous, über glam business SIGN OF THE TIMES from ..... hear her speak of the era, her innovations, the stars, the anecdotes and people who made the glamorous 1980s in London and England, a glamour she was so importantly implicated in creating.

http://soundcloud.com/pelirocco-platters/pelirocco-platters-22-11?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=facebook&utm_content=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fpelirocco-platters%2Fpelirocco-platters-22-11&fb_source=message

Find Fiona's teenage club jewellery on FaceBook page; DOUBLE DICE

https://www.facebook.com/fiona.cartledge#!/pages/Double-DICE/251916374861259
from:

SOUNDCLOUD

Pelirocco Platters

INTRODUCTION: Excerpt NUMBER TWO from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

2011-11-24T12:19:00.000-08:00

“BillyBoy*, artist and cocksucker” was, infact, a statement written at some point in bold Helvetica on one of my business cards. I am a cocksucker, that part was easy. Hard cock was always a real pleasure for my oral fixations, I was an abandoned child after all. The artist part however took a while to understand and develope. I was manufactured and came out on the market in the year 1960 on March the 10th. Double Pisces, extrême and psychic, créative, intuitive, if not focused on interested can be a wreck and highly, for better or worse emotional or if not dead cold indifferent. This story also is a bit of proof for the Chaos Theory they use in meterology. My birth, my adoption, is such a big fat and hard to understand story for me that to this day I have little to go on about my real origins, parents, family and even place of birth. Supposedly, it's Vienna, technically, it is address unknown. I have almost no recollection of actual beings, besides my in and out glamorous aunts and uncles (most were supposedly real, but all men were uncles, all women were aunts) and if my childhood memories could be compared to a sport score, it would be humans nil, objects and toys one hundred points. The title of this book, refers to the objects which became my family. I have such poor memories of my adopted parents, all I can recall them as is Female Parent and Male Parent. I know they must have loved me, they gave me so much. I am pretty sure I loved them, I think. I was born without roots of any kind.

Cocks, frocks and crooks, the wonderful lie of the 1960s, early in life there was to be a fairly quick introduction to a cavalcade of such. Thank you to the era I lived in. It was a peak moment for the 20th-century (a year in which the only drawback was that Howdy Doody was taken off the airwaves). I was literally, as Miss Diana Ross sang, a "Love Child" and it was the moment when the beatniks would become Wishniks and the next twenty, thirty, forty years would produce a culture (pronounced CULL-TYOUR) that would conservatively be called wacky, and influence the entire world for generations to come and turn everyone gay. As early as four years old I would, like a hell bent amoeba, absorb the Mr. Potato Head philosophy of the times and pounce and ingest anything that came on the idiotbox TV in the, as I paraphrase Harvey Fierstein, “fictional” city in New York State, where I grew up. The Flintstones, Gumby, Cecil (not Beaton, but a clearly homosexual green sea serpent in a relationship with an odd young boy named "Beany"), and Madison Avenue ad exec's imaginings (that would end up as animated films of cajoling phallic-symbol hotdogs and clitoris-shaped popcorns with smile-y faces at drive-in movies) were all blended together to become a memory that I call "My American Family". The sixties and American pop culture were very homo. It has been a love/hate relationship from the day I landed there.

I am quite sure that a number of people can admit to having been seduced at a young age by that colourful, plastic, young, and fresh World's Fair atmosphere of childhood in the 1960s and have not been able to shake it. I’m talking about the Western world, the occident, notably the USA and Europe. Some of the world’s leading young designers, artists (that word!), and writers have evolved their style from an era that was so vastly different from anything prior - not just in the amazing fast forward technological "achievements," but the mix 'n' match morals that went along with them. What we call fashion and culture today is thanks to some of those who grew up in the 1960s. Those morals. Well, at least they seemed like morals at the time - or were they only television commercials? It's so long ago, but, why, it seems like yesterday! The babyboom, likened to an atomic one, was an era of quirky perfection. It was the only era when a bourgeoise nightmare Barbie doll could have been invented and exist, when "those who think" were the only ones who were acknowledged as thinking beings. Barbie was a dangerous message for me. She fucked with my mind. For a long time. Where the rest of the unthinking world were, well, that was not discussed.

In spite of this unclear expression of morals, the advantage in it was the dream it gave the whole world, and the residue of this fantasy actually was turned a number of decades later into a true expression of a way of life - sometimes bitter, sometimes nostalgic and reassuring. The 21st-century generation of these former babyboom children, in spite of the drawbacks of the false images of perfection they were weaned on, can undeniably be seen projecting and reiterating these images over and over and over. Although the psychiatric term “neurotic” is no longer a valid definition of a pathology, I think the neurosis of the 1960s are still extremely well-felt and present in 21st-century behaviour, just worse thanks to internet and cellphones and text messages.

My earliest recollections, as a naïve and sortof gay Gerald Mc Boing-Boing, are those of Spic 'n' Span commercials, which I'd confuse with the opening of the Felix the Cat cartoon. "Your heart will go pitter-pat" was somehow received as "your heart will go Spic 'n' Span". And what did Spic 'n' Span mean? I suppose it was those biomorphic mirrory gleams around the smiling bust of Felix that, in their oppressive joy, I would imagine as the physical proof of cleanliness.

Cartoons are clean, it's true. Spic 'n' Span was the way everything should be. "Whenever he gets in a fix, he reaches into his bag of tricks..." I was sure that we could all do that. Instant cleanliness. Moral Number One: always be clean or always seem to be clean. People always seemed clean. I believed EVERYTHING! Take Mr. Bubble for example. Friendly, happy, ethereal Mr. Bubble, a bubble you could trust, a bubble that was pure goodness, pure love. Not at all like mercenary Ajax Scrubber bubbles with their bubbleland über ales rantings. Even though they were cute, they were a teensy bit too aggressive and narrow-minded. Mr. Bubble was the quintessential embodiment of the spiritual, all that was pious and NICE (the key word here!). "He has a bubbly face and a bubbly nose, Mr. Bubble. He’ll bubble you clean wherever he goes, Mr. Bubble. He'll bubble your face and bubble your chin. It's much fun when you're in Mr. Bubble!"

One of Bubble's earthly messengers, Mr. Clean (who looked like an obsessive Yul Brenner) spread the joy, the power, the pleasures of the gospel of such devices of goodness as was Crazy Foam and Fuzzy Wuzzy Soaps. Mr. Bubble spread the word, and he sure knew how to sing. He represented the fluid, moving, and ever-changing structure of the cosmos, of all that was, is, and that will be. The fact that he was a product made very little difference to me. As a matter of fact, it made him closer to home, more accessible, familiar and not so scary. It was ATTRACTIVE. It was a really heavy trip. Obviously, it was to embark on a long, weird, and clean adventure.

I remember one of my first "products." In a time when consumerism wasn't a dirty world and right before the concept would blossom into the ultimate experience, I, like any healthy-minded child, craved products, or reasonable facsimiles thereof. My handle on reality was a very realistic miniature washing machine. White plastic in the perfect image of Raymond Loewy's dream machine, it glowed with the presence and significance that only an objet d'art could. Deep in meaning, the Maytag school, like the Motorola, Kodak, and Zenith schools were contemporary leitmotiv. How happy I was with my product. My very own product.

At the 1964/65 World's Fair in Flushing Meadows, Queens (one of the most significant memories in my life along with the movies Barbarella and Casino Royale), the General Electric Hall of Appliances captured my imagination totally - the vista of "easy living" conveniences of the near future held all the mystery and magic imaginable. I was thrilled by the smell of rubber and the sound of enamel against enamel as gussied up housewives' lacquered nails tapped at refrigerators and electric ranges with a sort of sceptical admiration. The flourescent lighting, not yet disturbing, glided to a halt against Formica's newest shades, better known as "tones”.

It was after my initiation into the joys of industrial design that I became hooked on it. "Just what is it that makes today's homes so different, so appealing?" I needed more products. It'd stare endlessly into a local toy emporium's window at a tiny hand-sized Hoover vacuum. It became almost sinister. Lurking around, stealing glimpses at this temptation with aerodynamic lines, I craved it. I fell into a depression of desire. So not to pine away, I was offered the diminutive mechanism and was literally "left to my own devices" A pattern emerged and soon followed a miniature faux electric can opener (with small Del Monte cans and their plastic lids), small Brillo boxes, a small electric range where I'd create delicacies with "Silly Putty" and a self-defrosting refrigerator with ice-cube trays.

Easy-Bake Oven allowed one to make one's own junk food - baked by the heat of a light bulb and industrialized by pans which slid through the oven like an assembly line. I had a bunch of Suzy Homemaker toys, like the stove, the iron to burn holes in my clothes, the fabulously dangerous but very appealing Sweet Shoppe set which let you make lollipops, chocolate bars, flavoured ice shavings in cones and malteds, and the rest of the kitchen units. I was, surprisingly, even given a Suzy Homemaker vanity table because I was as the ads on tv said I could be the “queen of your home”. Sitting on the plastic pouf and looking at myself in the three-way mirror of the cream plastic 18th-century-ish form of the vanity, I’d use Male Parent’s vaseline to slick my hair back like the gayboy I was should. (The smell of vaseline to this day brings these moments back to me, though, I don’t get to smell it often and infact when I saw it recently at a chemists I bought some just for nostalgia's sake). I had these toys all right, but somehow, the sissy name Suzy Homemaker and the bilious turquoise green of most of the toys somehow, bizarrely, did not appeal to me. I like the Hasbro Frosty Ice Cream Machine (I think Cazwell did too) as well which was very boyish compared to these girl-y kitchen things. Nonetheless, I preferred my fascinatingly bright-coloured Colorform's Miss Cookie's Kitchen whose off-register pots and pans I'd bring to my first school in a candy tin and a small piece of costume jewelery. And Miss Cookie’s Playroom and Miss Cookie’s Moon Kitchen blasted me off into orbit. How normal was that? It clearly was gay.

The very first year of the 1960s was a tumultuous one and the decade came in with a bang or at least the threat of one - a big one! America was atom bomb crazy. Known as the "A" bomb, it is parallel to an "A" party in its impact and long-lasting effects. It was feared, revered, and commercialized, as was every nuance of the new decade's young culture. Bomb shelters were the "in" thing, or rather the thing to be "in". Perhaps America was taking need of the company Fred Flintstone worked for, the Rock Head and Quarry Cave Construction Co., whose motto was "Own Your Own Cave and Be Secure." Suddenly, everyone claimed to be having plumbing repaired and underground lawn sprinklers installed. As many as one thousand shelters a week were reportedly sold by late 1961. "If the Bomb Falls" pamphlets arrived in the mail, advertising a purchasable record of the same name giving the impression that just like in grade school, bells would ring everywhere and everyone would drop everything. Solemnly yet efficiently, all would run, just like Dorothy's family in the The Wizard of Oz to an underground waiting room.

The big bomb was thought of in as stylized terms as Wall Explosion by Roy Lichtenstein. People had the fantasy that they would all go underground for weeks. (Which was about as long as food and essentials that were stored could hold out), play Parchesi (games and amusements for children were an actual Fallout Shelter equipment recommendation) and eat yummy canned food. They expected then, like butterflies, to emerge into an enemy free-world. An apparel shop sold "bright, warm, comfortable things" to lounge about in and suggested "gay slacks and a dress with a cape that could double as a blanket." Waiting in the shelter took on the mood of a mere inconvenient interruption of daily life, which, like waiting for "Fire and Ice" nail polish to dry, was necessary but annoying. The "duck and cover" routine became a sick game in schools and as entertaining as the Mexican Hat Dance during school assembly pageants. The peculiar yellow and black triangular bomb shelter logo might as well have been a Robert Indiana painting or a companion to the"Woolmark" label by Francisco Saroglia. Designer shelters made the important point, "Be Comfortable...why be drab about your shelter when it costs no more to survive in style?" And if that were not the ultimate, absurdity was taken to exquisite new heights when in these odd sort of "wreckrooms" on the shelves behind the Velveta cheese spread and the Del Monte canned turnips were polaroid-lensed harlequin glasses to "watch the blast". In a campaign against Barry Goldwater, the little girl picking the petals of her daisy one second in Lyndon Johnson's TV commercial of 1964 was vaporized a few seconds later by THE bomb, leaving one with the thought: "Why wasn't she in her shelter with her glasses, watching?"

Highlights for Children though, didn't precaution you for what you might see. Radioactive waste was a mythical substance, often imagined as a greenish fog and considered as harmful and at its worst in such epics as "The Horror of Beach Party" where teenagers turn into hideous creatures in bikinis (appropriately enough considering the origins of the name "bikini" for the "end of the world" attitude of the previous generation's atom bomb-fearing fashion victims). It didn't really seem so bad. At least it was not bad enough to stop "twisting the night away" on the very beach where the monsters dwelled according to the film. Other notions of radioactive fog seemed to affect vacationing suburbanites by diminishing their size along with plot credibility as in The Incredible Shrinking Man.

Actually any dimwit knew radioactive matter was a dust that you could simply brush away or vacuum up carefully. How could the public (let alone children) understand the sheer magnitude of radioactivity when in 1962 the world understood war as it was portrayed by Roy Lichtenstein with Takka Takka, surging destruction was a colourful, enthusiastic group participation project which, as with the accomplishment of the scientists on the Skip detergent box, joined men together, like a bunch of homos. The last World War's physical destruction for most Americans was simply something one read about over the morning's bacon and eggs. Surprisingly though, in less than two decades, America was resigned to passively accepting the idea of another war, and with the popularity of television war shows like "Combat!" and "The Rat Patrol" to think of it in big, old-fashioned, and romantic terms. These last years, well....no comment.

G. I. Joe doll was a hero to most little boys. Playing with G.I.Joe was as exciting as getting to “home plate” with a girl - whatever that means - (even sex was made competitive and aggressive). The 12" plastic figure prepared little boys for all the "thrill of victory, the agony of defeat” and was a meaningful as the first time Dad sends sonny-boy to the local bordello. War in the early sixties was as glamorous as Marilyn Monroe and attracted just as many men. War was still a tremendous sexual turn-on and as convulsive and beckoning as it had been twice before in the century. War also made men gay (if they weren’t already).

One of the discoveries of the fallout shelter period was a darling little process known affectionately as "irradiating". Scientists, well-meaning folks that they are, came up with this idea during the time when the atoms were constantly on their minds, and the "Atom Ant" cartoon debuted on network television. They assumed there were fabulous things to be done with the new-found energy source (but of course we all now realize that this was just a holdover fantasy of their’s stemming from their days as children watching Buck Rodgers and Robby the Robot - both totally gay by the way. Irradiation was a system of exposing food to small doses of radiation which would destroy bacteria and spoilage-causing germs. In theory this would keep food fresher and preserve it longer. Ultimately they would be able to sell more of it and eliminate the waste of unsold perishables. Once again a brilliant example of profit-oriented experimentation with human lives, a twisted attempt in the ultimate direction of Jane Jetson's curious "foodarackacycle", a device which whipped up food instantly anytime and served four people, activated only by the simple gesture of a push of a button.

In 1963 The Saturday Evening Post enthused, "most experts agree that irradiated foods will be a part of the American diet within ten years. Refrigerators will continue to be a popular piece of kitchen furniture... but when it comes to steaks and chops, oranges and lemons, ‘atom fresh’ could become the slogan of tomorrow." So, with all that said and done in the media, the Food and Drug Administration allowed the United States Army to serve irradiated food to the U. S. troops, starting with bacon and fish. By 1968, though, they realized that radiation in food causes cancer. The FDA withdrew their AOK and thus irradiating became a thing of the past. The army and the Atomic Energy Commission put up a bit of a fight, as the money-saving and publicity would be missed. They would just have to settle for the references to atoms in furniture design and "Prell concentrated radiant shampoo”. In any case, I kept my 1964 World's Fair irradiated dime surrounded in cheerful blue and white plastic as a souvenir.

It was with the same sort of authority which invisibly loomed over you and dictated whether or not your food was irradiated or whether you should make a mad rush to your bomb shelter that media penetrated your daily life. Cool, calm, and nearly parental visuals and audio made you feel reassured and at the same time instilled insecurity in the weak-willed. Booming at you from all sides were narrators in documentaries, cartoons, commercials, and sitcom opening themes. The voiceover reigned supreme. Often they were purring, cloyingly feminine, other times, the acme of intelligence or manliness. Sometimes they just sounded gay.

Let us not forget deep baritone, authoritative voiceovers. Shouldn't everybody have their own voice-over, or at least musical accompaniments? Muzak Corporation would make a fortune with this idea. Just imagine if we could hear the appropriate musical accompaniments for our daily routines, think of the problems we could avoid. We all know what strident violin strings mean: a ghoulish, slimy monster is just about to grab you, or of course, the “Sunrise over Bedrock" flutes mean everything will be OK. Forget it when you hear that creepy "Twilight Zone" theme.

America has a great voice culture. That is to say, the voices on TV and radio project with urgency values within the society. One of the leading examples of this phenomenon is the soul, so-to-speak, of Judy Jetson. As Hanna-Barbera's 1960s futurama-esque moon maiden and typical teenage daughter of George Jetson exclaimed, "OOooo, Oom, Eep, Ork, OoOo," she typified the exuberant era. This vocal mastery was done by a friend I knew briefly Janet Waldo. The characterization has brought to American culture an ambience that not only was a success at its inception, but also later, as she became a cult figure with the cartoon's renewed popularity on Saturday morning with the kiddies. When Lisa Douglas at the end of each "Green Acres" episode plugs away at the Great American Dream with "This has been a Filmways presentation, dahlink," one realizes immediately that America is truly a so-called "melting-pot" of culture, and that this message is projected through the total infiltration of various accents. Bucolic twangs, such as Granny Clampett's screeching ("Jed, Jed!") juxtaposed nicely with her slightly English-sounding snob neighbour Margaret Drysdale ("Milburn, those dreadful Clampetts!")

Gary Owens, from "Laugh-In" to any number of commercials, has had an authority and a command that sets forth and instills cheery willingness in any listener to "believe." Don Pardo drives it home as far as any game show guest was concerned (viewers too!) as they opt for anything he enthused about. Bert Parks, Bob Eubanks, and Bob Barker have "it" (this "power") as well.

What was reality for a child in 1965 was hardly recognizable as reality to most young adults at the very same time. First, around 1965 and 66 there were all the pre-Sesame Street Muppet commercials: Frito-Lay “Potato Crisp” Muncho’s, RC Cola, La Choy Chinese Food, the extremely funny and violent pre-Kermit Wilkin’s Coffee, Wilson’s Franks and Meats, McGarry’s Sausages, Pak-Nit, C&P telephone etc. Ed Sullivan had Muppets once in a while too. This was before Muppet Mah Na Mah Na totally thrilled me beyond words. Heeeee-larious! Then, there was Sally Field as Gidget in full-colour by Pathé tv. Divine. Soooo many cute outfits on her, and so many cute boys in bathing suits. Hair on boys chests, the endless male bodies though I don’t recall any totally latin hairy boys, just smooth ones with the occasional chest hair within limits. I particularly recall the episode called “The Great Kahuna” with Martin Milner as the studly surfer king, (who looked like the first Ken doll as all the television male studs looked like at the time). In this episode the Gidget gets worried about him becoming interested in the “creepy suburban dream” which struck a bizarre and conflictual cord in me though my mind blipped back into fantasy when she breaks the fourth wall and agrees with Plato, “Life is a gas!”. But inspite of the distraction of Gidget, the sexed-up Kahuna, Plato and the beach scenes with mod bathing suits, the controlled body hair, I was still quite mesmerized with kitchens and appliances. In spite of my obsession with all that had dials and the cool glow of practical handy-dandyness, I hadn't realized these machines worked by a systematic and mechanical series of reactions and motorizations. Master image-makers and children's brain manipulators, William Hanna and Joseph Barbera had a lot of do with this. Wilma Flintstone's vacuum was a tiny elephant, attached to a crudely fashioned trolley, her record player was a needle-nosed bird who, accompanied by a hamster on a tread mill played a slab of slate record. Airplanes in their hometown Bedrock were pterodactyl birds with cabins strapped to their backs, and cars ran by foot power. Fred Flintsone's big, Cro-Magnon three-toed feet revved them up and pushed them along ("Let's ride with the family down the street, through the courtesy of Fred's two feet...").

The Jetson family, a sort of inverse situation but "typical family" nonetheless had equally baffling devices. Set in some time that was neither the far flung future or tomorrow, the world of the Jetsons was more time warp than anything else. It was Tupperware party visits Metropolis, or "Leave it to Beaver" on "Forbidden Planet". Plastic tubes propelled visitors and family members alike to destinations throughout the universe as well as the local orbital shopping mall or to the Cogswell Cogs factory. In addition, the sense of time was completely distorted. It took a whole twenty minutes to get from Earth to a Spacely Sprockets franchise outlet on Jupiter. Naturally, they had Bubblecars and television phones and moving sidewalks, but this I understood...the World's Fair had these things. It was their robot maid Rosey that really shook me. I needed to know what was it she ran on if not hamster power?

JAY ROTH ... GLAMMY NOMINEE FOR BEST GO GO BOY..... MDVANII WISHES YOU LUCK!

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Cazwell Ice Cream Truck Parody: Pickles' Kosher Spot

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OKAY GLAMMY'S LET'S MAKE JAY ROTH THE WINNER FOR BEST GO GO BOY! JAY ROTH HAS MDVANII SUPPORT!

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VIRILE, TOUGH, CHILDISH, GENTLE FLIRT-Y AND GOING WAY BEYOND JUST A BOOTY SHAKER...HE TRANSCENDS GO GO AND MAKES 21ST CENTURY UNIVERSAL QUEER ART ...HIS MOVES ARE A PERFORMANCE.....HIS BODY A SCULPTURE, HIS EYES A SAVVY BOY IN A MAN'S BODY....

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SEE JAY ROTH IN:

Cazwell Ice Cream Truck Parody: Pickles' Kosher Spot

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yH-iTIH8mAU

Lady Gaga - "Born This Way" Parody (Porn That's Gay) - Greg Scarnici

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpR8L1SatbU

INTRODUCTION: Excerpt from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

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MY AMERICAN FAMILY, IN ONE ERA, OUT THE OTHER

"The first duty in life is to be marvellous. What the second duty is no one has yet discovered."

- Oscar Wilde

"The man of intelligence, who will never agree with anyone, should cultivate a pleasure in the conversation of imbeciles and the study of worthless books. From these he will derive a sardonic amusement which will largely repay him for his pains."

- Baudelaire

Journals, 1860

"Television, what a wonderful instrument of culture and knowledge it could be! In France, everything would be possible because administration owns television. But infact, what sleaziness sometimes! Where are the creative people? Is there someone anywhere who would have the guts to really use this amazing instrument put at his disposal? Infact, maybe. But he would not have any luck. Television is rules by civil servants without courage, fearing that they might lose their pretty cake. Civil servants without balls."

- Le Corbusier

“I don't know why I want to do these things, other than my desire to escape from Small Town, U.S.A., to dismiss the boundaries, to explore. It isn't a bad place where I grew up, but there was nothing going on but the cornfields. My life experience came from watching movies, watching TV and reading books and looking at magazines. And when your fucking culture comes from watching TV every day, you're bombarded with images of things that seem cool, places that seem interesting, people who have jobs and careers and opportunities. None of that happened where I was. You're almost taught to realize it's not for you.”

—Trent Reznor, Rolling Stone Magazine

“Just why it should have happened, or why it should have happened just when it did, he could not, of course, possibly have said; nor perhaps could it even have occurred to him to ask. The thing was above all a secret, something to be preciously concealed from Mother and Father; and to that very fact it owed an enormous part of its deliciousness. It was like a peculiarly beautiful trinket to be carried unmentioned in one’s trouser-pocket - a rare stamp, an old coin, a few tiny gold links found trodden out of shape on the path in the park, a pebble of carnelian, a sea shell distinguishable from all others by an unusual spot or stripe - and, as if it were any one of these, he carried around with him everywhere a warm and persistent and increasingly beautiful sense of possession - it was also a sense of protection. It was if, in some delightful way, his secret gave him a fortress, a wall behind which he could retreat into heavenly seclusion.”

-Conrad Aiken, 1932

Silent Snow, Secret Snow

And so I have remained, in cruel pursuit of truth and excellence, an inhumane executioner of the bogus, an abomination to all but those few who have overcome their aversion to truth in order to free whatever is good in them.

— Louise Brooks

“The term nostalgia describes a longing for the past, often in idealized form. The word is made up of two Greek roots nostos ‘returning home’ and algos ‘pain’, to refer to ‘the pain a sick person feels because he wishes to return to his native home,and fears never to see it again’. It was described as a medical condition, a form of melancholy, in the Early Modern period, and came to be an important topic in Romanticism.”

-Wikipedia definition for the word “nostalgia”

“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream; past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Methought I was - -man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was - -and methought I had - -man is but a patched fool if he will offer to say.”

-the character Bottom played by James Cagney in the screen adaptation of William Shakespeare’s A Mid summer’s Night Dream (1935)

"Silly mortals!"

- Endora, witch on "Bewitched,"

TV series, circa 1968

I was born queer. Totally queer. I eventually became Queer. And “Once upon or maybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise called Pepperland....80,000 leagues beneath the sea it lay or lie,... I’m not too sure...” and that is where I grew up though in a parallel universe it was on earth in the 60s. But for sure, I was without any question part of the Victorian Aesthetic Movement. Later, I even further embodied the Decadent-era Oscar Wilde and Des Esseintes sensibilities even though I’d only learn of these things when I was educated. This was after the initial vileness of the Pop-era period of American Dream brainwashing I fell victim to of the same 1960s. I never really had a problem with this central aspect of my being, being entirely queer that is. From the moment I was born, even if I had many other problems such as bonkers, clowns, snapping Turks and de-music missiles, dreadful flying gloves and blueness and though Hollywood always depicted Aesthetic queerness as evil, punishable by tortured death and abject misery, I never felt that at all or was exposed to such awful things. I was never a victim of my queerness. Only dreadful flying gloves and meanies screwed around with me. In this regard I was extremely lucky.

Deep breath. "If you live by your wit, you die by your wit”, that said, sexually I am a dissident and challenge the doctrines of acceptable sexuality. I am a transgender mind what used to be called an androgynous mind. Physical sex, though I had it was infinitely less important to me than the feelings in my mind. I do not adhere to anything that society says you have to do or feel about sex because it strikes me as weird and bad for your mental health, that and the fact straight people are big fat bores when they start preaching their trade. I have no problem with them doing it amongst themselves, but leave me out of it. Straight men have often sucked my dick I may add. I adore women in every way, am very much attracted to them but have had very few who actually I had anything more than a little sexual attraction to, though the ones I have had an attraction to, I was overwhelemed with feelings of desire, all of which has formed a great part of my personality. I am very immature, often quite numbed by confusion and find it best just to be what it is I am than try to be anything else, so I guess what people call “being straight” was out of the question from the literal second I was born. Oh, and for the record, I like babies from afar and like children when they are either immensely well behaved and educated or made of cloth like dolls such as Kamkins by Louise R. Kampes or those by Kathe Kruse.

I was miserable only because I felt completely unloved and not at all because I was queer. Being queer infact saved me from a complete and entire misery. Two decades later I was to become happily co-dependant in life on my husband and though sometime in my 20s when society said it wasn’t good to be dependant on someone you love, I didn’t give a toss because it really works for me. My life was a bizarre mix of a television rerun of a Little Audrey Noveltoon (Goofy Goofy Gander for example) and a Shakespearean tragedy. I presume this is the same for everyone so essentially, I had a life so far of variable viccissitudes.

I loathe nostalgia. My mentor Diana Vreeland said this in the opening to her book, D.V and I feel totally the same about that sentimental state of being too but I have really great memories of really great people and experiences. I think also that quotations can be facetiously pedantic and leaden and Art is not a panacea in any way, though as a child I thought so. My story is the discovery that it is not, not by a long shot though Art is essential for living. I would go on a long voyage of Life as Queer Theatre and I was to create Queer Art, something only five decades later would have an meaning and even then, just a spark of it and my mission would not be over even by the half-century marker. So, when I started writing a book about my life in the world of Art, I ended up using all sorts of things to say what I mean avoiding quotes as much as possible because I thought using them was rather easy and a bit démodé. Metaphors, poetry, glib and stylish retort (or should I say réplique?) to unasked questions, sincere or saucy one-liners, schtick and plain speaking I think helped me a lot for a while. I live to read so naturally I write to quote, it defines me more easily. But something changed. They all started being deeply important to me, slowly, more and more and picked up speed. Now they are essential to knowing me a bit. I cannot even begin to imagine writing about my life without quotes now, it’d be much too difficult and I am not that talented. However, in this whole process I realized that sometimes good quotations can express a great deal about what you really feel deep within yourself more than being soi-disant inverted commas original. It’s something someone has said as if it was for you and they may have said it (and often have done so), in a much better way than you possibly could. Usually as well, it was during some other time in history, reinforcing the fact us humans can be quite similar in our feelings regardless of the era or the social station. Therefore I use quotes and specific references to other things and people often when trying to express my feelings about the many various moments I have lived up until now. I concluded that in the right context quotes can say it all. So, I looked in a TV Guide from the day I was born in 1960, March the 10th. There is this dumb TV Guide article as usual, I didn’t expect Shakespeare to be in that guide just because it was the day I was born. When In Doubt - Or Even When You Are Not - Write A Book, page 12 quotes Groucho Marx in regard to his celebrity status autobiography he’d just written called, Groucho and Me. “ I’m no Faulkner, Hemingway, Camus or Perelman...or even Kathleen Winsor. As a matter of fact, I’m not even the same sex as Kathleen. But every word of this stringy, ill-written farrago is being sweated out by me”. There you have it, same here. But he also said, “The trouble about writing a book about yourself...is that you can’t fool around. If you write about someone else, you can stretch the truth from here to Finland. If you write about yourself, the slightest deviation makes you realize instantly that there may be honor among thieves but you are just a dirty liar”. Yep, that’s totally true too.

As for Art, as glorious as it seems when you are on the surface of it, riding the waves with it’s many pleasures, it has been both my enemy and friend so far throughout my life. Art is what you can get away with, to paraphrase MuCluhan (for which can practically be my credo, it’s such an evident thing). Art can be heavy and pedantic as well and it seems I have never been able to escape it, even when I have really tried. It has always been there in everything it seems, right there in my face, both taunting and discouraging me and at the same time making me feel complete and quite good. When I started to write about my life and all the Art in all of it’s forms which I have experienced these fifty some odd years, I saw that it could read at times like a long jeremiad. I felt at some moments as if I was lost like the child I had been. Ortega y Gasset, the philosopher, hit it on the head when he said, “We are all lost creatures. It is only when we admit this that we have a chance of finding ourselves”. When I wrote about all those many moments with the slow build up of words which form sentences and sometimes complete thoughts, if I did not make an effort at moments it seemed like a big, fat and tiring diatribe of intellectual contradictions. Like in my repetitive dreams, I was lost in a big city, trying to get somewhere. In saying that though, in my confusion and disappointment I started to see a bit more clearly, it seemed like something else, something very positive, was emerging in my life and in writing about it. I think looking back on the relatively immediate past has given me an amazing entry and some insight into my own soul which in a way I am sharing with you the reader if of course, you the reader believes in such a thing. Or, if you the reader do not believe in the soul, perhaps my writing about my life may simply make you question not only my own belief in the existance of a soul but perhaps your belief in it as well. I have a very special sense of humour too and this book may possibly give you a look into the rather ironic humour I have about life and all it’s intense and vivid sensations and hopefully, make you laugh a bit. I certainly laughed when writing this. Since I am a middle-aged man now and I have many metaphysical and often, moreso than not, rather contrite and rudimentary questions about life and Art, this book helped me answer a few of them. It did also bring up many more questions about everything though. The result, this book, finally is not a jeremiad but a homage to the absurdity and beauty of human error and attempt to make beauty out of chaos. When you boil it all down, when you look at any life and when I look and recount my own, I find it all quite funny in the end. Happily, joyously funny and tragically funny despite the fact it was a form of suburban gothique, Desperate Housewives before it’s time. The 60s and 70s were all about appearances and in the world I lived in, everyone had some terrible dark secret hidden by lovely patio furniture, clean modern houses, haute couture and Ivy League clothes and Littlechap doll family lifestyles.

I decided to also write this book, compiled also from years and years worth of diaries, letters and articles because I thought, “why not?”. I’ve got the time. I’ve got the computer. I really enjoy to make fun out of myself because I find myself to be the most curious and silly of creatures. If you are familiar with the camp best-seller written by Patrick Dennis called Little Me and it’s heroine Belle Poitrine, this book may sound a bit like it, the only difference is that my life is real and all these things took place, with a big scoop of doolally thrown in. At times, this book may also seem like a very screwed up Kinsey case study, my private life and especially my sex life would seem to most people quite doolally indeed. It’s a homage to my friends and those I’ve known in some way or another, a book of experiences and feelings, not necessarily flowingly related. It’s a synopsis of some parts of the eras I have lived through and what it felt like. I have come to, begrudingly, realize that my youth is now behind me and so many of the great people of my era are gone. Some I knew. Some very closely, others lightly and superficially. I can tell only so much, but I can say I do have a few anecdotes or two to submit to the world.

Also; The pre-conceived image people can have of a somehow public person often is very wrong and even unfair and writing some things about my life may put a few of my own myths to rest. I’m not Madonna or Michael Jackson, clearly, but I have been in the media all my life and so much crap has been written about me, I thought, those who have followed my career and work, might like to read the real me, for a change though I love and do believe somehow what Cocteau said is very true; “Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it - it is yourself”. Maybe the crap and the glory, the myth and the rumour was a sort of truth but I think there is a big part of me which I have not shared with the world so far. For better or for worse, I have had some colourful experiences, made tons of mistakes and had many successes. This is how I experienced it. Some may think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but this is far from true. Sometimes what people may think of me is flattering but not true at all either. I just want to, in my now middle age, tell some stories about what was happening behind the scenes of what appeared to be an easy camelot of a career. My life was never easy, never really light or calm.

I am not sure if I can actually call some people cocksuckers, sons-of-bitches, perverts and faggots. I had to deal with a closet case lawyer once, in Switzerland with a loud-mouth bitch female partner (though she is more manly than most men and wears cheap démodé pointy heels from shoe outlets in Milan). In court he tried to slap me! On his pasty pimply face, that automatic gesture to slap which he did despite all good reason, showed what a real scumbag lowlife he was and still is. So, there are people like my psychiatrist said to me later that day, who are just fucked up and total shit. “GROW UP!” he said and he is right. One of the first and only people I have ever hated, a sanctimonious cunt bourgeoise neighbour, I had to sue her fat (literally so) ass. SO, I try to grow up and understand why such people exist. Cecil Beaton told me when I was a teen I was like someone called Stephen Tennant, someone I had almost no knowledge of at the time. When Jesse Kornbluth and his wife Annette gave me Peter Hoare’s book Stephen Tennant, Serious Pleasures in 1991 for my birthday, I finally understood why he may have thought so, though I did find out who the brightest of all the Bright Young Things of London pre-war era was years before when Christopher Isherwood and Quentin Crisp said the same thing to me. Tennant was notoriously eccentric and known for having never grown up. When I read the book, a shudder chilled me to the bone, I didn’t want to be a Peter Pan kind of person like Tennant. Yes, perhaps his childish ways were cute when he was 20 years old, but as an adult it seemed so ugly. I saw the similarities in his and my own personality. So, I have made every attempt to be as adult as possible. I call people what I believe they are when necessary. When provoked. When I have to.

Some are superkalafragalisticespealidosiously challenged. Readers should try to read through the lines. My humour can be heavy-handed and a bit vulgar at times as well but that’s because I have always felt sometimes it’s the only way to say the truth. Diana believed in vulgarity to, she wrote about it and how it’s like the paprika of life. I am a bizarre mixture of utter passion and total indifference, being the astrological signs of double pisces that I am and something the reader will get more than a whiff of in this book, sometimes it flip flops back and forth so much you really have to read things twice. I also tend to be a bit mean when I don’t like something or someone. I am the kind of person you either love or hate, rarely are people indifferent. I am also probably different people to different people, to some I am dreadful and others delightful. Some people just get annoyed at me because I am very mercurial in society, I can play the game up to a point, with great polite manners and then I crack and either go numb or say something really out of place. For some people, I am a very faithful and devoted person. For these people I can put up with their worst character traits. It really all depends. I guess this book will clearly illustrate that.

A lot of the people I have known, and perhaps even still know, are quite lovely and I have enjoyed or still enjoy their company for loads of different reasons. These people I have had a great pleasure in writing about. However, there are those who have been the opposite of lovely or interesting, some have been total scumbags and salauds, even though “scumbags and salauds” sounds like some sort of delightful bill of fare at the Paris Ritz. I’ve known many people who have been total fuck ups, nasty pieces of work with no morals whatsoever and of course, many regular people who are just a mixture of yin and yang-ish behaviour. These we call “normal” people. Sometimes also, I have behaved not very nicely, speaking my mind, usually too hastily due to my impatience, usually with someone’s stupidity or vanity. Sometimes just because I was being stupid or vain myself. Sometimes it was only “Will Monsieur have some wine with his scumbags and salauds?”.

Some of these people I have encountered and maybe write about, thank God, are dead, so you’ll kind of know what I am talking about and what I really mean to say when you read about them here. Some are still alive and I cannot outwardly say what fucking bastards they are...but try to read through my sometimes deliberately neutral and legal-schmegal words. I wish I could totally say the unsayable, but I don’t feel like being sued by already fucked up people or relatives of dead celebrities. Some of them I fucked and others fucked me, both literally and figuratively but I cannot say, sometimes, here in this book. This is for various reasons, including my own desire for quand meme, a bit of discretion and also because I’m not really ready to talk about it. Try to figure it out yourself a bit, I wish I could say a teeny amount more of the actual things which I experienced but hélas, I cannot, and I am sure you will understand. Nonetheless, you’ll get some very vivid ideas of what really happened anyway. This book is very politically-incorrect, so those with sensitive whatevers, (minds, souls, bodies, whatever makes people over-react to someone’s, in this case my, brutal reality or over-react to the what I think is banality of opinions which are not homogenized) just stop here and don’t read this book, go buy a Martha Stewart cookbook or join the Oprah Winfrey bookclub instead. This is my disclaimer.

I wrote this book also very much in the way I speak. I do not have Coprolalia or Tourette’s Syndrome. I just want to point that out now though for in a few places it may appear that I do (though I am not sure this illness actually shows up when one is writing). I added these occasional expletives only because I, during the years I wrote this book and edited it over and over, I slowly had the impression I was such a sissy that I needed to make it more gritty the way my life has actually been so far. Since I was also striving a bit to get away from my reputation during the early years of my professional career as an artist who was a goody-two-shoes, it needed a few fuck yous here and there. Deal with it.

However, to be serious and use a good quote, here is a favourite of mine; Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend (Albert Camus). At the end of the day, when people are insane or gross, freaks and fuck ups et al I feel sorry for them and it makes me somewhat sad. I have never really adapted well to the negative side of people and it always makes me feel terribly disappointed. I would much prefer friends then people I dislike though I can get angry, I hate it, it’s a big fat bore to not like people. I also have to admit I have the ability to be indifferent to people, so when I don’t like someone, in the end, I turn very indifferent, after of course I chop them! My indifference also has caused me problems and made me enemies once in a while.

As Evelyn Waugh wrote in one of his diaries and I wholly agree is the following: “I...don’t want to influence opinions or events, or expose humbug or anything like that kind. I don’t want to be of service to anyone or anything. I simply want to do my work as an artist” . I may have imbued ideas into some of my work, but my point was not to change anyone’s minds.

So, now, I will start the actual book part, enjoy!

Jay Roth Inc.: Mars Needs Whores (Viewer and Reader discretion ad...

2011-11-20T04:20:00.000-08:00

Jay Roth Inc.: Mars Needs Whores (Viewer and Reader discretion ad...: Why I told my mother and sister the name of my blog is beyond me. If you just read that mom and Jenny, read this post at your own discretion...

"and then it got worse.. much worse"/pt. 2...

2011-11-20T00:51:00.000-08:00

- "Well, jump. Jump!" - Oct. / 2011 -

2011-11-20T00:22:00.000-08:00

Jay Roth Inc.: Bus Ride Rant

2011-11-20T00:09:00.000-08:00

Jay Roth Inc.: Bus Ride Rant: I'm on a bus from the Rensselaer Station in Albany, NY going back home to NYC. I am coming off of a 27 hour photo shoot with Legendary photo...

MDVANII: "Double Rhogit-Rhogit" by BillyBoy* & Lala 1993/20...

2011-11-19T23:54:00.000-08:00

MDVANII: "Double Rhogit-Rhogit" by BillyBoy* & Lala 1993/20...: This painting was started in 1993 and finished in 2001 ....it was shown in a number of museum shows including the 2001 exhibition at La Mai...

Scribd article about BillyBoy* Christie's Auction Dec. 1st 2011

2011-11-15T10:21:00.000-08:00

http://www.scribd.com/doc/72778753/The-Billyboy-Collection-Leads-Christie%E2%80%99S-Fashion-Auction

Authorized Sharing of An Article by The Divine Grace - “AN OPEN LETTER TO KIM KARDASHIAN”

2011-11-02T13:58:00.001-07:00

Authorized Sharing of An Article by The Divine Grace

Mdvanii salutes The Divine Grace for such eloquent and pertinent regards concerning a nice big reality check about LGBTQ marriage and the equal rights we don't have.....entirely, as it should be, throughout the world.

Voila, a brilliant letter .....share it, spread it and talk about it, The Divine Grace has spoken, ...!!

https://www.facebook.com/notes/divine-grace/an-open-letter-to-kim-kardashian/10150357342208300#!/notes/divine-grace/an-open-letter-to-kim-kardashian/10150357342208300

“AN OPEN LETTER TO KIM KARDASHIAN”

by Divine Grace on Wednesday, November 2, 2011 at 4:15pm

Dearest Kimberly,

Please allow me to preface this letter by congratulating you on finding someone to read it to you. I can only imagine how difficult it must be to learn how to read between all of those dress fittings and developing a fragrance that has the “effervescence of grapefruit and pink peppercorn” and subtle notes of limousine upholstery and poodle vomit.

I would like to take this opportunity to tell you how shocked and heartbroken I was to discover that your marriage to NBA athlete Kris Humphries has come to an abrupt end after a mere 72 days.

I would like to take that opportunity, but I'm not going to.

Yours wasn't exactly a marriage that I believed would stand the test of time, as your entire 4 year career appears to be constructed entirely out of marketing ploys, public relations gimmicks and an insatiable desire to have your over-weening ego stroked like some random villain's fat pussy in a James Bond movie.

A mere four years ago, you blew (quite literally) onto the scene in a viral sex tape in which you bobbed and weaved over R&B singer Ray J.'s phallus with about the same excitement as a bowl of unseasoned grits. Even then, I gave you the benefit of the doubt as Ray J.'s member was about as crooked as a dog's hind leg, and it's hard to blow a boomerang. In a world in which emaciated bodies are coveted and eating disorders glamorized, I was just happy to see that the vixen du jour had a few curves. I mean, if the whole world had to be exposed to your lackluster sex life, at least it wasn't shoved down our collective throats by some size 2 teenager. Thank you for that. I have several friends who are also adult film stars, so I understand that yours was not an easy profession to swallow. But I find it a little disconcerting that they are still having a hard time making ends meet in this troubling economic environment, while your half hour of slap-and-tickle has resulted in fragrances, three reality television shows and a clothing line dedicated to making teenage girls look like middle-aged drag queens.

As someone who has been in relationships with men of color almost exclusively, I would also like to sincerely thank you on helping to erase some of the ridiculous taboos and misconceptions that often accompany mixed-race relationships. My only criticism here is that you apparently prefer size over substance. I'll not comment on your previous suitors as their fifteen minutes of fame have less time on them than your 18 hour bra, but this Kris Humphries character really takes the cake. Now, I'm not suggesting that you have ever come across as someone who could snag a particle physicist, but your current husband always came across to me as someone who might find a challenge in one of those 5 piece puzzles they give laboratory chimpanzees. I tried to write off the behavior that you both televised with such reckless abandon as just the fruits of youthful lust and whimsy. Sadly, it appears that the entire relationship and marriage was nothing more than a carefully-constructed public relations device that would result in all parties banking a considerable sum. While I for one did not fall for your particular brand of stupid, many people did. And that's really just too damned bad for them.

No, Kimberly, my beef with you is not that your marriage existed at all. You should be free to marry whomever you choose, no matter how much lead paint he seems to have digested in his childhood. Rather, my beef with you is that you and your brand would have the audacity to promote and publicize your wedding and marriage with such aplomb only to dissolve it 72 days later.

Do you understand what an insult this is to LGBT people?

As a gay New Yorker, I was part of the machine which fought long and hard so that Marriage Equality could FINALLY find it's way to this state's citizens last summer. But as a native North Carolinian, I am reminded that the North Carolina Senate, in a 30-16 vote, agreed to let voters decide during the May primaries whether the state Constitution should ban same-sex marriage.

As American citizens, we were all told there would be a separation between Church and State, but the primary reason that LGBT citizens are being given to deny us Marriage Equality is that the Bible defines marriage as an institution between one man and one woman, and that our unions would destroy the “sanctity of marriage”. Well, as you and your legal team whittle through your second divorce, could you and your goofy husband please explain to us what this “sanctity” thing is? Please? Because I'm completely lost here, and I tend to get a little p!ssed off when my civil rights are being taken out back and put down over some sort of double standard.

72 days, Kim? Seventy-two days??? That's the best you and your co-star could do? Seriously?

Do you understand that the self-righteous line of bullsh!t that our legislators preach in an effort to brand us as sexual deviants unworthy of marriage becomes an even harder pill to swallow as people like you wipe your collective a$$es with your marriage licenses? Do you understand how painful it is to watch couples who have been in stable, monogamous families for decades be turned away from the Justice of Peace while you try to turn your divorce into a tax shelter after two and a half months? Do you see the hurtful ridiculousness in all of this, Kimberly? Do you?

No, Mrs. Humphries, if you have any desire to convince the rest of the world that you are anything more than a conniving con-artist, you'll go home to your gigantic slack-jawed husband, work out whatever issues you two have and set up house for the long run. Because while many states are working five days a week to prevent me and my LGBT brothers and sisters from enjoying the union of marriage, I'll be working day and night to criminalize divorce. I mean, if marriage is so sanctified, then surely divorce is equally an abomination, right? I find it interesting who often two passages in the Bible are used to discriminate against Gay Marriage while the Bible's two dozen passages regarding divorce are all but ignored. If we as a nation are going to use the "Good Book" as the basis of all of our laws, shouldn't we focus on it's writings in their entirety? I know these are loaded questions about a book that has no colorful illustrations, but you should still be kept up to speed, Kimberly.

In closing, if you need any further information about the fight for Marriage Equality in this nation, might I suggest that you consult with your stepfather's plastic surgeon? It's clear that this doctor has a gay agenda and he's not afraid to display it across an Olympic Gold Medal winner's face.

Oh, and one more thing: That Cuisinart I sent you as a wedding gift? Yeah, I'm going to want that back.

I remain forever,

The Divine Grace

Izannah Walker Chronicles: Original Antique Izannah Walker Dolls at Auction

2011-10-24T21:09:00.000-07:00

Izannah Walker Chronicles: Original Antique Izannah Walker Dolls at Auction: Keep checking back, as Izannahs come to auction and I know about them, I'll post them here. If you are a dealer or an auctioneer, plea...

Izannah Walker Chronicles: Who Is Izannah Walker?

2011-10-23T19:11:00.000-07:00

Izannah Walker Chronicles: Who Is Izannah Walker?: Izannah Frankford Walker lived in the nineteenth century, operating a cottage industry making pressed cloth dolls in a time when most w...

Courthouse News Service

2011-10-20T07:56:00.000-07:00

Courthouse News Service

Mid2Mod: Fat lava

2011-10-15T11:39:00.000-07:00

Mid2Mod: Fat lava: For quite some time I've been fascinated by brightly colored West German pottery, but I'd never taken time to read about it till my SIL brou...

CHRISTOPHER STRIBLEY creates new art book entitled "Painted Streets"

2011-10-08T11:57:00.000-07:00

http://fr.blurb.com/books/2544437

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

Artist CHRISTOPHER STRIBLEY HAS JUST CREATED A BOOK OF PHOTOS ENTITLED "Painted Streets"......

Check it out on Blurb....!

A masterly work of photographs of street art, a particularity to Stribley, who manages to capture our times and lives with his pertinent view of street, street art and the life of a street and city.

You cannot get a better view of society and also have such an artistic work for so little....I highly recommend getting a copy....

http://www.plasticrobot.net

"A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born."

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Mike Diamond - "Trust!" - sets NEW STANDARDS FOR OLD SKOOL FABULOUSNESS

2011-09-29T14:56:00.000-07:00

TRUST! MIKE DIAMOND

Bitch Track Old School House Realness- Oh Sugar, Trust!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzboXwC4NH0

What is Trust?!

Trust is Mike Diamond!

American tv star, comedienne, and musician Mike Diamond is known for his hilarious videos and interviews in gay spots throughout the United States, he's the Dan Rowan AND Dick Martin AND REX REED of contemporary gay life in the USA.....and he knows what is and is not "tired" Mutherfucker.....ding dong!

He uses Neo-Classicism and Classic Ye-old-y World-y Skool Ballroom terms and gestures to create a traditional opera of House and Ballroom elegance and bitchfight classique. Truly, it's a modern opera.

Trust ...what is trust?..... trust means I feels ya, trust means girl you know it's true... but...

Trust means having total confidence in a statement you're making, be it verbally, on the runway or on the dance floor....

OKAY, how does one start to try to say when something is beyond ....just beyond...? We all love and want to blow Cazwell, but he's got a bit of competition goin' on now,.....

The big Mike D. is soooooo funny and explains, in electro-beat music, the gay scene and the various types......

Bears, Muscle Queens, Versatile Bottoms, ... etc and he knows what he's talking about...trust!

This song was produced by Mike Diamond and Devon Perry so you KNOWS it's gonna make you lie down and let it walk all over your sorry body with it's expensive shoes. Michael Dass did the styling, so you know it's gonna be totally real good when you feel Mike Diamond's sound doing runway up your ass.

However, the video, which if you're wonderin' is by Ben Hertzog and produced by Mike Radakovich is let me tell youuuuu, ......it's chuck full of hot boys in gorgeous array, one like a study in black Anti-Gaga (or Anti-Christ as you wish) with McQueen-esque shoes or hooves (I think, cuz it's lookin' so jazz-y, the sex-ed up, sex-ed out, sexness gear is all by Nick Stryker which is simply wonderfulness on a stick), one is habillé like a sex lad, youngin' jailbait-ish teen jock baby whose smile makes you faint with all those hormones goin' on inside you, he's in red with matching wings, PLUS a genuine, real McCoy, oh-my-Lord! Derrick Xtravanga hotness, and dancin' like the Last Comin' is just around the corner and givin' it all out to ya, last but not least, the kind of guy you want to pick you up in the restroom at the Ritz in London, a big-boned-size gorgeousness with a rhinestone necktie on his nose and sequin Mickey Mouse-like ears. Where does he find them? Actually these are realness human beans; Derrick Xtravaganza, Matinga Revlon, Go-Go Harder, Nick Stryker - all male pornness hotness realness as per usual. Oh koi?

Amanda Lepore is bubbling within this video too.... looking as flawless and creamy and pouty and perfectly dressed as usual....I mean, what does one do (?) besides die a little inside seeing all this swirling around La Diamond. For just one second Mr. Diamond sits down at a piano like, was it,...? could it be? ...a bit like vintage Elton John...it just blows your mind and swallows...y'all.

Dwayne Milan...I mean...pleeeez! Can it get more realness? Trust.

Mike Diamond has set new records for Old Skool sound and "keepin' it real".....

Bitch and Cunt an "you're tired" take on the eloquence of a Proustian phrase made of platinum......oh, trust! "Now Bears are just big, fat hairy queens...." is that not poetry or what?

Oh, sugar trust! Real bitches lookin' like drag queens......more poetry, right?

Oh, and Mr. Diamond likes, very much as one should, animals and dogs, so a dog is mentioned ..... he rescues them in between being simply adorably sexy and comically Old Skool fabulous.

He talks about sexual etiquette and defines pretty much every queen out there and also manages to crack a few jokes à la Shecky Green. And mention, and trust not in such a good light, Barbie doll. I think he says she's a bottom.

GO TO: MikeDiamondOnLine.com for more, more, more....Mike Diamond!

GO LISTEN, AND THEN BUY IT ON ITUNES AND OR YOU'RE JUST PLAIN LACKING....NOW CHILE' TRUST!

Bitch Track Old School House Realness- Oh Sugar, Trust!

'TRUST!' available on iTunes:
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/trust!-single/id460841769

available on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Trust-Explicit/dp/B005JQQ60I/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF...

Available on CDBaby.com:
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/mikediamond2

Video Directed by Ben Hertzog
Video Produced by Mike Radakovich
Song Produced by Mike Diamond & Devon Perry
Remixed by Urban Gardens Inc

Dancers:
Derrick Xtravaganza
Matinga Revlon
Go-Go Harder
Nick Stryker

with
Amanda Lepore
Dwayne Milan

Styling by Michael Dass
Fetish Gear by nickstryker.com

Shot at Vlada & Greenhouse in NYC

Also to be seen on YOUTUBE, see Mike Diamond's channel: MikeDiamondTube

AND DON'T FORGET TO TWEET HIM Y'ALL!

http://twitter.com/MikeDiamondXYZ

Davey Mitchell Gets Zen Egyptiana Fierce

2011-09-13T12:58:00.001-07:00

Clothes, Male Nakedness, Long Hair, Emma, Sweat ,….oh and Music, a Few Memories of Woodstock, 1969

2011-09-13T12:56:00.000-07:00

Clothes, Male Nakedness, Long Hair, Emma, Sweat ,….oh and Music, a Few Memories of Woodstock, 1969

The Six Worst Excuses by Anti-Gay Public Figures Caught Doing (Allegedly) Gay Things

2011-08-30T03:34:00.000-07:00

The Six Worst Excuses by Anti-Gay Public Figures Caught Doing (Allegedly) Gay Things

Modern Mini Houses Chronicling my mini adventures in collecting and building modern dollhouses and miniatures.

2011-07-06T20:30:00.000-07:00

http://modernminihouses.blogspot.com/2011/07/billyboys-mallet-stevens-dollhouse.html

Here is a blog which is amazing, ....and who just created this entry about BillyBoy's doll's house....it's called:

Modern Mini Houses

Chronicling my mini adventures in collecting and building modern dollhouses and miniatures.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

BillyBoy*'s Mallet-Stevens dollhouse

"The best part of this blog is the people I've been able to meet along the way. It's truly wonderful connecting online and in person with incredible modern miniatures enthusiasts that share this passion and being able to showcase their work. The absolute highlight is a surprise email from BillyBoy* (more on him below) with this historic gem. This house was constructed by Robert Mallet-Stevens for BillyBoy*'s family in 1925 inspired by their real house, which was destroyed during World War II. (Yes, Robert Mallet-Stevens the famous architect! Mallet-Stevens and Le Corbusier are widely regarded as the two most influential figures in French architecture of their time.)..." (cont'd on blog...go take a look!)

Mdvanii Finland: Tell them Billy Boy is here

2011-07-06T20:27:00.000-07:00

Mdvanii Finland: Tell them Billy Boy is here: "New York Magazine - Vol. 18, n° 5 Great article about BillyBoy* in New York Magazine 1985."

Mdvanii Finland: Tell them Billy Boy is here

2011-07-06T20:26:00.000-07:00

Mdvanii Finland: Tell them Billy Boy is here: "New York Magazine - Vol. 18, n° 5 Great article about BillyBoy* in New York Magazine 1985."

Tapetenwechsel by Ela Aschenbach

2011-06-09T17:28:00.000-07:00

http://vimeo.com/11302524

"Tapetenwechsel" by Ela Aschenbach.

This video above comes from the website: virtuelles Spielzeugmuseum der 50er Jahre

http://www.spielzeugmuseum-der-50er-jahre.de/index.html

Images: (BillyBoy* & Lala) Bild Lilli Era Moritz Gottschalk DDR (East German) Vero doll shop (representing a Dusseldorf dress shop) circa 1950 -1955 and a Bild Lilli Era Bild Zeitung tin bank to promote Bild Lilli at the Toy Fair in Germany in the 50s.

Plastic Robot Plans to Plastic Wrap the Town! A Mixed Media project in New York, NY by Christopher Stribley

2011-06-07T22:47:00.000-07:00

About this project

I will be creating a number of new paintings, as well as several screen prints, collage pieces, textile pieces, and sculptures for a show that will open, here in NY, on August 4th. Paintings will be done on pages of vintage books, such as medical manuals and will require matting and framing. Collage pieces will be made of found materials and I will also need to purchase some materials to complete them, add finishing touches, and possibly to display them. I am working on a couple of sets of screen prints, which will be printed on paper mostly, with a few printed on t-shirts. The sculptures will mostly be made of plastic toys, which I will melt together. I will also be creating one sculpture out of plaster bandages and some other curious bits and pieces, including roofing nails and string. My main themes are anomalies, love, and war, with the themes intertwining at times.

A new way to Fund & Follow Creativity on KICKSTARTER http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/christopherplastic/plastic-robot-plans-to-plastic-wrap-the-town

The Mistress Lauren (tm) - Simply The Best. Superior in fact.

2011-06-06T03:40:00.000-07:00

http://www.themistresslauren.com/tml/The_Mistress_Lauren.html

Okay, where does Mdvanii begin?

The Mistress Lauren (trademark) is superior in every single sense of the word. Its a service of BDSM. Done by to the simply highest levels of elegance and of course pleasure.

This Venus in Furs specialist says:

I entered the world of BDSM and Fetish quite unexpectedly...

We were in graduate school at the time and it was Christmas break. My boyfriend and I headed for sunny South Beach; far from the cold wintery north.

Returning to our hotel room after a very long and festive evening (in my brand new 5 and a half inch classic stiletto pumps!), I complained that my feet were killing me.

Returning to our hotel room after a very long and festive evening (in my brand new 5 and a half inch classic stiletto pumps!), I complained that my feet were killing me.

But rather than offering me the much needed foot massage I was expecting - he merely laughed at Me and said that I was being dramatic.

I squinted to re-evaluate the man who cleaned My dishes, did My laundry and prepared My dinner every evening!

After what felt like an eternity, I smiled at the love of My life, and said “put them on”, while gesturing towards the cause of My discomfort.

"Do I have to?" he whined.

Tossing My stockings at him (which landed on his head), I added "and put on My stockings so you don't wreck My new shoes!" Pulling the hosiery off his head, he whined, "stockings too?" and he slipped them right on.

As if that were not enough (and it was not!), I instructed him to pack My luggage while I stretched out on the bed and watched TV!

I adored watching him as he carefully packed My bags in nothing but My stockings and stilettos. Every now and then he whimpered "I can't believe you're making me do this”

We continued these games to O/our mutual satisfaction throughout the relationship without ever giving it a name.

By the time I left New Haven - I learned that these games had a name - several, in fact; Female Supremacy, Female Dominance, and Power Exchange.

I am very turned on by Power Exchange whether it be with a seasoned player or a novice.I have been a Professional Mistress for over 13 years; and a Lifestyler for - L/let’s just say a lot longer.

This remarkably chic, highly glamorous and deeply fabulous service speaks for itself on this new website. The themes are varied and you have to see it for yourself to know to which extent it is so....so go do it....NOW!

The most Mdvanii-esque of pursuits....The Mistress Lauren (tm) website and services are not only an example of an absolute Mdvaniiism but is the proof that this work, done by one of Mdvanii's dearest friends, is a true work of art....

Cheong Kwon, Associate Curator for Fondation Tangara has Bachelorette Party!

2011-06-06T03:28:00.000-07:00

Getting Married is serious business, our very own Cheong Kwon, Associate Curator for the Fondation Tanagra and United States Representative of the work of BillyBoy* & Lala serves serious realness at her very own Bachelorette Party...marriage clearly is a very serious business....wishing her the bbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeeeeest! She's here with Davey Mitchell of ArtbyDavey....both serving House of BillyBoy* & Lala vintage 80s Surreal Bijoux realness.....and they played and frolicked and danced the night away,......

Art by Davey backstage at "LOW LIFE 2011", Howl Festival with the lovely Pixie Harlots

2011-06-06T03:23:00.000-07:00

Art by Davey backstage at "LOW LIFE 2011", Howl Festival with the lovely Pixie Harlots wearing his BillyBoy* Surreal Bijoux Necklace by BillyBoy* and Lala......♥....

"Summer Dreams" Clip - CIRCOPITANGA are friends to Mdvanii

2011-06-02T14:05:00.000-07:00

"Summer Dreams" Clip - CIRCOPITANGA are friends to Mdvanii

Circo Pitanga

These acrobats are a sensational and will be traveling from Switzerland to Italy this summer...you can book them, or go see them by simply looking them up on FaceBook...yes, it's that simple. Oren Schreiber Loise Haenni

Wikipedia Mdvanii article - All the essentials about Mdvanii - Davey Mitchell a.k.a The Red Lion Mdvaniiizes himself and becomes a Mdvaniiism

2011-06-02T13:39:00.000-07:00

Here we see Davey Mitchell a.k.a The Red Lion at a recent Pat Field picnic barbeque party in New York and also his recent photo of the Mdvanii video of L'Amour n'a pas de prix by Lala (which can see on Youtube).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mdvanii

The Photographes of Frédéric Charrière - Heidiland, le Wallensee ou le Loch Ness de Suisse Orientale…

2011-06-02T10:21:00.000-07:00

http://fcharriere.wordpress.com/2011/06/02/heidiland-le-wallensee-ou-le-loch-ness-de-suisse-orientale/#comment-95

Mdvanii highly recommends seeing the work of photographer Frédéric Charrière. We quote him here…:

Un lac bien caché dans les préalpes appenzelloises… Un tempérament imprévisible par ses couleurs, passants du turquoise laiteux au vert émeraude via la case bleue roi… Tous les ingrédients d’une destination de rêve. D’abord la jolie Waldenstadt, surplombée par les sept princes décideurs du Saint Empire Romain Germanique: les Churfristen – nom à l’origine acerbement débattue -: de majestueux pics pyramidaux., Puis les cascades oniriques de ce lac qui abriterait volontiers un monstre marin, ses oiseaux et ses plages très sauvages et abruptes du côté nord et puis une barre rocheuse interdisant tout passage a qui ne pratique pas l’escalade musclée… Donc bateau d’un hameau merveilleux et fleuri du nom de Quinten (Quarten sur certaines cartes étrangères) pour Murg, plus citadine. On entre pourtant, de ce côté sud du lac, dans le canton de Glaris, très champêtre.

Une nuit d’un sommeil réparateur s’impose à moi et Uma.

Le lendemain Forêts et champs fleuris sont au programme, ainsi que le Sagenbrücke, pont des légendes (que j’ignore malheureusement). De magnifiques cascades me font prendre le temps de poser mon trépied et de visser un filtre à effet spécial pour l’occasion (ND400).

Nous terminons sous des lignes à haute-tension qui viennent sérieusement gâcher l’ambiance donc peu après Obstalden, car postal jusqu’à Wesen but terminal du « Grand Tour du Waallensee ». Magnifique.

This portfolio is called Heidiland, le Wallensee ou le Loch Ness de Suisse Orientale… and it's simply stunning. His sensitivity to nature's colours, animals and flowers, or mountain glaciers are the same, delicately refined and deeply spiritual. He will soon have a special limited edition Mdvanii set which has been planned and worked on for more than a year,.....

It really is worth taking the time to study the prolific output of his work. Each trip and subject is masterly handled. Considering the great difficulties he has endured to create these artworks, it makes them even more admirable. Frédéric Charrière has shown us that Paradise is on earth.

http://www.flickriver.com/photos/fcharriere/sets/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/fcharriere/collections/

http://fcharriere.wordpress.com/

* Behind the Scenes with Teenage Fashion Dolls and their Clothes - some Observations and Reminiscences by BillyBoy*

2011-06-02T08:53:00.001-07:00

http://www.oursindymuseum.com/anarticlebybillyboy.htm

AleXander Hirka - Localvorism doesn't end with broccoli.

2011-05-31T18:26:00.001-07:00

http://anomalyworksnyc.blogspot.com/2011/05/available-now.html

SEAMLESS

Sixty-first copy of the limited edition just sold.
Localvorism doesn't end with broccoli.
Support. Share. Enjoy.

Mdvanii encourages all her friends to buy one of these sleek new artworks by AleXander Hirka, the previously known Dadaist TorridZone Igloo.....go to this blog and order it, you can be assured it'll be total Dada pleasure for you.... Inventor of theSmega magazine,....one of the earliest punk/new wave/dada reviews with the likes of his herd of Smegmagicians, (which included many notable NY scene artists of the period 1978-1981) .....

Now, his work is included in the library of The Museum of Modern Art in New York City. The breadth and scope of his work is great and all those interested in the most challenging ideas of contemporary collage and avant-gardism will enjoy knowing more about Mr. Hirka.....So, run, don't walk to this artist and his latest art work and buy it, it's only ten dollars a copy, and you can't beat that! "Plump, Juicy Tender" - Hot Dog, You Bet!

Art by Davey by ArtbyDavey May 30th 2011

2011-05-30T09:54:00.001-07:00

Davey Mitchell, performer and artist and designer, also known as The Red Lion did this image recently of Mdvanii.....his wide-eyed Japanese doll seems intrigued.....

Mr Obara, famous Mdvanii collector in Japan, with a 1979 BB* drawing

2011-05-22T16:16:00.000-07:00

Tiger and Friends - wearing the wardrobe of BillyBoy* 1969 - 2000

2011-04-30T17:22:00.001-07:00

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.1903297895564.110253.1035237022&l=df8fffcdae

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:28:00.001-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:24:00.001-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:21:00.003-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:19:00.003-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:17:00.001-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:13:00.001-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:11:00.001-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:05:00.001-07:00

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

2011-04-25T12:01:00.001-07:00

Featured Poetry of Sunil P. Narayan in The Sound Of Poetry Review An International Poetry Site for Contemporary Poets

2011-04-12T11:56:00.000-07:00

Sunil P. Narayan‘s work has been a long, enriching journey that absorbed the world’s eccentricities to create a masterpiece of color, surrealism and human emotion. The past two years witnessed a climatic moment in which his writing churned out emotionally inducing poems. It is his intent to help people access feelings they rarely get to experience.

Mdvanii* Stirs Her Lover’s Desire! and other poems inspired by Mdvanii de BillyBoy* & Lala

http://thesoundofpoetryreview.wordpress.com/2011/03/27/sunil-p-narayan-indian-american-poet/

Doll Reader april, 2011 issue Through Heat and Fire The metamorphosis of porcelain Mdvanii. By Ernesto Padro-Campos

2011-04-07T18:19:00.001-07:00

http://www.dollreader.com/modern.php?id=538#

Soraya in porcelain

2011-04-07T18:16:00.001-07:00

King's Queer parle de Mdvanii

2011-04-07T18:14:00.000-07:00

Hello,

La plupart des personnes nous connaissent grâce à nos concerts performatiques, des live-up qui se trimballent sur les routes coute que coute mal grès la politique de la culture unique très en vogue a l'heure actuelle.

Mais King's Queer c'est aussi de la création sonore pour des compagnies de théâtre contemporaines( Calamity Jane...), des mises en son live de Performeurs ( Anne zimerman, frederic Wieggel, Endorphine...). On aime ces collaborations où les énergies se croisent, se déchainent le temps d'une œuvre qui au départ n'est pas forcément la notre.

Depuis fort longtemps nous suivons le travail de deux artistes BillyBoy*et Lala, un binôme hors norme dont les créations nous touchent, nous emportent (www.fondationtanagra.com), et surtout nous inspirent.On ne sait pas pourquoi mais c'est comme cela, une sensibilité, une démarche qui cognent à la porte de notre intellect, de notre affect.

Puis vint le jour de la rencontre: une explosion d'émotions, humainement et artistiquement. On découvre milles et une oeuvre pour de "vrai", fini les photos voici le concret!Et une nouvelle dimension prend forme...Les Mdvanii ( sculptures de poupées en porcelaine pour adultes, mais allez sur leur site ils en parle mieux que nous) hantent nos esprits.

Une envie inexorable de mettre en chair des sons, des mots sur ces formes, coller des bruits,des mélodies, balancer des ambiances, raconter leurs histoires. alors voilà, on s'y colle.

Notre première "victime ": Mlle Earth walk (http://www.fondationtanagra.com/index.cfm?article=1513&cfid=385260&cftoken=13224613): "c'est une Mademoiselle Mdvanii en porcelaine qui représente une femme alien se rendant à un bal costumé sur terre. Son corps est recouvert d'écailles (faites avec des coquilles d'oeuf brisées collées et polies), elle marche appuyés sur des béquille de verre avec des talons aiguilles et une immense cape sur laquelle est brodée, à la façon des broderies de Lessage pour la haute couture la phrase "FUCK ME FAST FUCK ME HARD AND GET OUT". Il s'agit juste d'une phrase qui a perdu tout son sens dans le futur et qui n'est plus choquante mais purement décorative, comme un outil du passé dont on ne connait plus l'attribution ni l'utilité."(dixit Lala)

Inutile de vous dire qu'on s'est jeté a corps et âme perdues pour rendre ce petit hommage. Mélange de minimal, darbouka, de guitare bastringue, de clavecin et de voix monocordes pour cette sculpture sonore, une boucle, un court métrage bref une bonne histoire...Et ce n'est qu'un début...

D' autre part part nous travaillons aussi sur une reprise d'un morceau de Lala (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lala/62472222813?ref=ts) "Mario et johnny", et on s'efforce de le persuader de remonter sur scène...Car à notre avis il est arrivé un peu trop tôt dans le paysage sonore français...Mais ceci est une autre histoire qu'on vous contera très vite.

Et sinon King's queer c'est le 9 avril à Rennes au Labo pour les Paillettes Radicales!

A bientôt.

Amours et révoltes.

http://www.facebook.com/notes/kingsqueer-de-kingsqueer/fuck-me-fast-fuck-me-hard-and-get-out/10150130822272232

Soraya in porcelain - unique creation 1993

2011-03-26T05:22:00.001-07:00

"Spring Fever Pics" Extremely Unique Tout Mon Coeur Sets and Accessories 1988/9 ...Collection Craig Shelton, USA

2011-03-08T14:42:00.001-08:00

Photos: Craig Shelton, USA from his private collection. Ensemble Tout Mon Coeur, prototype coat in silk faille and unique prototype accessories 1988/89

Mdvaniiism by BillyBoy* & Lala "Sans titre", 2008

2011-02-27T15:16:00.000-08:00

Florilege Mdvanii - One-of-a-kind for SW Japan very Early 1990s

2011-02-23T17:24:00.000-08:00

Ambre de Venise Mdvanii http://sumiko-watanabe.seesaa.net/

2011-02-21T05:18:00.000-08:00

Ambre de Venise Mdvanii http://sumiko-watanabe.seesaa.net/

2011-02-21T05:16:00.001-08:00

http://sumiko-watanabe.seesaa.net/

"Enfant gatée" accessories on Edie and Mdvanii

2011-02-18T12:31:00.001-08:00

"Enfant gatée" accessories on Edie and Mdvanii

2011-02-18T12:28:00.001-08:00

Friday, 4 February 2011 Mdvanii Stirs Her Lover’s Desire! by Guest Bard Sunil Narayan http://www.obsidianeagle.com/

2011-02-18T06:18:00.000-08:00

Friday, 4 February 2011 Mdvanii Stirs Her Lover’s Desire! by Guest Bard Sunil Narayan http://www.obsidianeagle.com/

Image: Honourable Madame Bettina Bergery wears Schiaparelli couture for an advertisment for her early perfume Souci, circa 1933. Photo: Ilse Bing

“Un Lourde Secret” (poetry) by Sunil Narayan VIRAL CAT PRESS FEBRUARY 2011 ISSUE

2011-02-08T14:47:00.000-08:00

http://www.viralcat.com/february2011issue.htm#694545844

ASVOFF3 TEASER

2011-01-29T10:34:00.000-08:00

ASVOFF 3 trailer

2011-01-29T10:32:00.000-08:00

Marilyn Monroe - Cecil Beaton interviewed about photos

2011-01-27T10:40:00.000-08:00

Classic Early Mdvanii

2011-01-18T17:04:00.001-08:00

Mdvanii drawing published by European Space Agency (ESA) for an article written by BillyBoy*

2011-01-10T10:40:00.000-08:00

Very Early Mdvanii Outfits 1989

2011-01-10T10:38:00.000-08:00

"Bombay" Mdvanii

2011-01-10T10:35:00.000-08:00

Mdvanii and Dheei in a Private American Collection, suede coat ensemble called "Edie", Liberty Exclusive, 1990-91

2011-01-10T08:44:00.000-08:00

MDVANII SOCIETY PARIS - BILLYBOY* TOYS

2011-01-05T13:53:00.001-08:00

Cleo Glyde IS Mdvanii. Jewelry by Schiaparelli Made in Paris chez BillyBoy* et Lala. Photo by George Kartis, 1992.

2011-01-03T01:14:00.001-08:00

Styled by BillyBoy* with his own collection.

Paige Powell - Warhol assistant and friend to BB* writes about BillyBoy*

2011-01-02T23:48:00.000-08:00

“In New York City around 1985 I was introduced to BillyBoy* by Andy Warhol, my boss, and naturally I fell in love with this exotic, romantic and exquisite creature.

He had the genius to inspire Andy to make portraits of the Barbie Doll and that is why he ended up at our office known to many as ‘The Factory’.

We hung out and ran around town in his limousines or sometimes Mattel sponsored limos with the poet/artist Rene Ricard and with Andy in Stuart Pivar's chauffeured car enroute to the Odeon, Mr. Chows or west side flea markets, antiques shows at the Armory or up to Harlem to visit the Doll Museum in an old townhouse and eat at LaFamille, a jazz bar/restaurant then off to the Beverly Hills bar or Lenox Lounge.

I would quietly observe Billyboy*, watching the way he elegantly flipped his hand, his Schiaparelli gems lingering and receding like a gentle wave on his wrists, the perfectly tailored Parisian suits and sometimes a smart chapeau.

Always sublime with a Dorothy Parkeresque wit, perfect posture, beautiful manners, well read and a ravenous curiosity for totally everything. I mean everything.

BillyBoy* is a connoisseur of all that is visually stunning and significantly outrageous. His buoyant sense of humor sees charm and beauty in all. He will always find something fascinating in the most banal objects; exuding optimism and fun on the rainiest of days.

I went with Andy to the unveiling of his Barbie Doll painting called “Portrait of BillyBoy*”. It was in a large space on a Westside pier and there were many business men in suits running around the place and an elevated podium on a little stage with a microphone. There was BillyBoy*, in a marbelized silk pyjama suit and a ton of Schiaparelli jewelery, doused in ‘Shocking de Schiaparelli” perfume.

The event had all the drama of an unveiling when the black scarf covering the canvas was pulled off to reveal Andy's painting to much applause. It as all because of BillyBoy* and his splendorous imagination.

Andy was so excited about the Barbie project and adored BillyBoy* because he was so talented and fun to be with. Andy loved to go junking with him too.

His superb flare for innately understanding the lunacy of human psychology and all of its by-products puts BillyBoy* on the pedestal as the ultimate Neo-Nature Boy.

Because of BillyBoy*s seductive influence, years later I started collecting Elsa Schiaparelli and have quite a little collection going. People admiring the Schiaparelli parure gems on my ears, neck, arms and coat pins would often ask me how I got addicted to Schiaparelli? And my mantra was ‘BillyBoy*’. A perplexed look crossed their faces unless they were a true jewelry aficionado.

As if it wasn't enough that BillyBoy* alone, was an extraordinary walking piece of art, I soon discovered that he designed the most whimsical and drop dead gorgeous collection of jewelry called BillyBoy* Surreal Bijoux.

Each exquisitely designed piece was utter fantasy in somewhat Dada, Fellini and Schiaparelli inspired concoctions. My first true jewelry collection began with BillyBoy*, then some special Stephen Sprouse pieces, then Ted Muehling and later progressing to Schiaparelli, CIS, Coppola e Toppo, along with a couple early Chanel, Haskell, Balenciaga and Napier. The more insane and ridiculous the better.

My collections are not tucked away in dusty jewelry boxes because I only have one (a pink velvet Schiaparelli); almost daily I wear some precious gems mixing BillyBoy* with CIS, layering Schiaparelli on Schiaparelli, CIS with a MimiN. I love the puttanesca mix.

It’s so much fun to wake up in the morning and wonder how can I feel more cheerful today and know that a simple yet bizarrely glamorous Schiaparelli turquoise velvet schrunched hat studded with faux diamonds does the trick. Or a day-glo Sprouse micro mini and a Coppola e Toppo bib necklace in blazing orange and yellow designed for Emillio Pucci in the late 60’s . Even a Patagonia Ginko colored parka looks hip with a sparkling gem encrusted Schiaparelli emerald green necklace.

Since I’m mostly vegan and weaning off of silk and cashmere I love it that my favorite jewelry designers seldom, if at all, use real pearls. I go crazy for faux jumbo South Sea pearls and always the bigger the better. Or a massive Schiaparelli ruby bracelet with stones in Alice in Wonderland proportions.

Mixing Nicole for J.C. Penney’s with couture Courrèges and Isaac Mizrahi for Target with a Schiaparelli sweater looks too cool and chic.

My favorite designers to mix with Schiaparelli are Stephen Sprouse, Balenciaga, Courregès, Isabel Toledo, Jean Paul Gaultier, Comme Des Garcons, Prada (sans fur), As Three (once As Four), Issey Miyake, Nicole Miller, Marc Jacobs, Hermès, Agnes B., Patou, Vivienne Tam, Geoffrey Beene, Scott Crolla, Patagonia, Alexander McQueen, Zac Posen, Vivienne Westwood.

The women I most admire for style and beauty are Alba Clemente, Isabel Toledo, Diane Vreeland and Tina Chow, they all adored Schiaparelli, especially Diana and Tina. For the most eccentric style and beauty there is only one: Tama Janowitz. She’d accompany BillyBoy*, accessorized with Schiaparelli hats and jewels himself, to bookfairs in Washington and New York.

His regal look with porcelain skin, willowy physique, delicate features and gentle demeanor reminds me of the quintessential Little Lord Fauntleroy. Then to later learn that he actually lives in a castle, filled to the brim with Schiaparellis, with his life time partner, Lala, in Switzerland truly makes fiction non-fiction.”

- Paige Powell

April 14th 2005

Marcel Vertés drawing ....inspiration for BillyBoy* & Lala

2011-01-02T23:31:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year 2011 from the artists

2011-01-02T15:45:00.001-08:00

"Florilege" Mdvanii, 1998 for SW Japan, One-of-a-kind

2011-01-02T15:43:00.000-08:00

"A Rose is a Rose is a Rose" 1998 for SW Japan -One-of-a-Kind

2010-12-31T18:54:00.001-08:00

Mdvaniiism - A Schiaparelli Surrealist set of Shoe Hats worn by Gala Dali

2010-12-16T01:17:00.000-08:00

Mdvaniiism - A Schiaparelli Surrealist lipstick from 1938, "Sleeping"

2010-12-15T16:48:00.001-08:00

Gerard Wozek, American poet and author, just wrote 24 Japanese-inspired Tanka poems to accompany BillyBoy* paintings show in Japan

2010-12-11T07:11:00.000-08:00

unnumbered floating tanka for BillyBoy*

over a crest of tall brush
splash of pond water
a tadpole unseen
I float and spin
in a lotus petal

Seen here with Lala and Vico in 2001 in Switzerland. Gerard recently wrote 24 Japanese-inspired Tanka poems, which are to be translated into Japanese and written in calligraphy by Sumiko Watanabe for the up-coming show of BillyBoy*'s paintings. One is above.

He recently wrote to BillyBoy*, who is terribly moved and adores the poems.

Dearest:

I've completed my "Twenty-Four Tanka for BillyBoy* ". . .I hope you will see that my words have sprung to life because of your exquisite drawings and I think together the words and images create a lovely resonance--an artful alchemy! Again, I thought the Japanese TANKA form would honor the embedded potent Eros in your drawings.

Part One takes the first 10 images and uses them as reference points or springboards into an imagined erotic scenario grounded in nature. Part Two finds it's poetic locus in the desert and incorporates the titles of your drawings (sometimes a word or two, sometimes the entire title) into the tanka.

I'm excited to hear your reaction--I found relief and joy in creating these poems! Thank you for sharing your work with me and I hope these humble little Tankas honor your intentions!

Love,

Gerard

and also he wrote:

Oh I'm sooooooooooooooo happy!!! I'm really thrilled that you like them and that you're pleased to have your images joined with these words! I love being "wedded" to you in this fashion! Makes perfect sense to be joined at the imagination and it's all as it should be . .wouldn't you agree!? I'm very very excited about being part of the upcoming show and your fabulous website ---truly I'm honored-- and from the bottom of my heart, THANKYOU!!--and I really love the idea of an actual Japanese translation--wow!!

You know, I can't believe that it been SO MANY years since we first met! 1993? Heavens!! Can it really be almost two decades!!!!! What brave survivors we are!

you'll see I've also included an unnumbered "floating Tanka" just for you my dear!

Thank you again for keeping me alive this season with all your love and your well wishes! You'll never know how much this collaboration with you means to me!

Devotedly with love,

Gerard

Gerard Wozek loves to collaborate with friends and artists and he is utterly inspired by the work of icon BillyBoy*! His first book of poetry, Dervish, won the Gival Press Poetry Award. His poetry video, Dance of the Electric Moccasins, took first place honors at the Potenza Film Festival in Italy in 2005. He teaches creative writing and the humanities full-time at Robert Morris University Illinois in Chicago. His most recent book of short fiction and travel tales, Postcards from Heartthrob Town, (Haworth Press, 2007) was nominated for a Lambda Literary Award. Wozek is currently at work on a memoir which details growing up in a closed adoption.

Soon, we will include all the Tankas and the paintings.

2010-12-11T07:09:00.001-08:00

EGO Magazine, the dazzling Anne Shelton Aaron and stunning Holly Woodlawn (in black)

2010-12-11T07:02:00.000-08:00

Lauren Hutton photographed in Vogue wearing BillyBoy* Surreal Bijoux, 1985

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BillyBoy* et Bettina, Galerie Jean-Gabriel Mitterrand, juin 1991. BB* wears Thierry Mugler runway couture.

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painting by BillyBoy* shown in various museum shows, painted in 1999/2000

2010-11-28T05:41:00.000-08:00

King's Queer on stage featuring "Mdvanii High Heels Forever" Tee-Shirt

2010-11-22T16:07:00.001-08:00

Mdvanii Stirs Her Lover's Desire!

2010-11-16T05:02:00.000-08:00

Mdvanii Stirs Her Lover's Desire!
BY SUNIL P. NARAYAN I NOVEMBER 15, 2010

The designers of Paris say Mdvanii is an immortal muse who lives in the heart of every artist
From her chair she imparts ideas to a grand couturier expecting nothing in return
Sitting on a silk seat containing the feathers of Zeús' eagle
The legs made from the crushed material of diamonds

She sees her master in all directions, a large man standing proudly
Yet, is trapped in a luxurious home with no one to keep her company
How can an emotional lady survive this arduous life?
Her enlarged heart and sophisticated walk enchanted the socialites of the city

Now, the reality of Mdvanii is a preserved muse for a demanding couturier
She looks upwards to see lust and creativity colliding
From such a powerful fight pearls strung with gold fall into her hands
A meager compensation for a sumptuous lady!

She sighs before changing into her evening dress
The spring season once blossomed like her marigolds
Surprising all who lounged at the saloons
As if Gaïa was splashed with the color of the forest trees!

In the corner of her room a closet with shelves perfectly lined with
shoes made from colors of the rainbow
Pink, blue, red, orange and yellow!
Each day she picks a pair to match her silk gloves
A string of pearls to tie around her waist, gold bracelets to place on her light wrists, and moonstone pins to hold her thick hair in a chignon

A refined lady has choices, choices and choices!
Twenty evening dresses made for the Queen of Norway hang from the hooks
They’re waterfalls of creamy colors from the Amazon jungles
For each one gold thread was sewn into the fabric to form a blossoming magnolia

As she puts on her heels Charles wraps a silk shawl made of crushed rose quartz
around her supple body
He adorns her smooth neck with a ruby necklace so long it rests between her breasts
She barely notices this sweet gesture while applying pink blush
Her eyes in the shape of the waning Selēnē are lost in serenity

A man who drinks to squash his guilt must continue to lavish his goddess with pieces befitting the Queen of the Universe!
Gemstones smuggled from India are crushed into light powder
He sprinkles it onto white strips of cloth then smoothes it out
Although, a doubt pricks his mind, making him feel guilty for doing a cruel deed

His clients knock on the rotting door of his studio demanding their garments
Charles shoos them away as if they are wandering beggars
His mind fixated on a refined woman entrapped in his heart
He gives her potent lust to taste yet Mdvanii rejects it

What seems to be the magnificence of couturier is in fact Mdvanii!
She runs along his arms tickling him
With one hand the resplendent muse blows blue petals into his mind
To her surprise the wind snatches her white hat snickering in delight

Mdvanii’s eyes turn red with bubbling anger
She’s a cat ready to pounce a taunting mouse!
On his sewing table a large red gemstone manifests
Cut in the shape of a tulip, its sharp edge is hardly noticeable
Passion gives it color for which Charles fixates on

He rubs the edge unaware of blood sliding down the treasure
Mdvanii plays her games without giving a reason
She is a muse of few words but her actions have a language of their own
Charles will never see her inner world for he was devoured by his own

http://slothjockey.com/poetry/narayan_sunil/mdvanii_lover.shtml

CHECK OUT The Art by Davey Factory Website: http://www.artbydavey.com

2010-11-15T07:47:00.000-08:00

"The Bull Fight" - Art by Davey, self-portrait in Photo Booth ME

A new dance piece inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet, "To Be or Not To Be" which will be performed by Davey on Saturday, December 4th, at 8pm, Bowery Poetry Club in part of the Vangeline Dance Theater Cabaret Show where each performer chooses a quote from a list of several writers. "The Bull Fight" was created by Art by Davey in response to the recent disturbing news of the gay teen suicides across the US this Fall.

for information on the show, check out the blog and comments section from performers in the show for background thoughts:

http://anunusualcabaretshow.blogspot.com

CHECK OUT The Art by Davey Factory Website:

http://www.artbydavey.com

Christopher Stribley's Show A Success, PLUS He's In Love With Marcus Rock & They Are Making Love In Public, A Sexier Remake Of The 19th-Century

2010-11-14T12:59:00.000-08:00

Okay World; Listen Up!

This is how it went down at multi-talented artist Christopher Stribley's show recently, in his own words:

"The opening went very well, I thought. It was certainly well received. Gazelle Polo attended and brought a documentary crew with him. They're filming a documentary about him, but he specifically chose to come to my event, which was utterly delightful. He also brought Paul Alexander with him, who was lovely. There was a lady who spent some time studying the images intently and making very thoughtful comments on them and asking me questions. When she was leaving she revealed that she's a gallery owner and would love to have me show in her gallery on Broome St and she gave me her card. So that's very exciting.

The turn-out wasn't huge, but everyone who was there clearly enjoyed the show and I was very pleased with the outcome. I think it works very well in the store and CC was so delighted with it, that she asked if I could keep it up for the rest of the year. So I think it went very well for something that I curated completely on my own on a shoe string budget.

I have a few more pics that I will post in the near future. I really must crash for now, as I need rest so I can go to the American Garbage opening tomorrow. that's the show I did the Trashionista (Anna Wintour) piece for, which has already been very well received.

Really quickly too, you may have noticed from some of my posts that I am madly in love and it's SO unexpected and wonderful! More on that soon too. Marcus Rock. Heaven."

So, that sounds pretty rootin' tootin' fantastic considering how dreary the world is right now and how hard it is to do anything artistic....SO, if you have any pretense to collecting good pieces of new art, as you can see, it is beyond reasonably priced. If you are in New York City, just go to the venue and buy something. Do so before you can't and you regret it when he turns into an "art darling" and you won't be able to afford a damn thing from him!

Check it out immediately, buy something and feel good knowing that you have a work of art from someone who is not only talented but also in love, an added perk....so few show love in such a public way as he and his fiancé Marcus Rock....reading their lovemaking on FaceBook is not only deliciously voyeuristic but it's like a super 21st-century version of the 19th-century....Christopher is like literature but without the effort of reading.....just as dreamy but easier to figure into your emploi du temps.....he's a poem infact.

As you can also see, he's turning into a romantic 19th-century portrait and resembles more than ever before a painting from the 19th-century....but in a very 21st-century way...

I'm telling you he is pure art....

Mdvanii "Le printemps arrive", porcelaine, 1998. Collection particulière, Paris.

2010-11-13T23:16:00.000-08:00

MDVANII

Jewbilee :: December 24, 2011 :: EDGE on the Net

LEAKED The New AB FAB SPECIAL Full Length!!

LONDON SUNDAY TIMES - "ALLURE OF COUTURE" by RICHARD DENNEN, DEC. 11th 2011

People Who Look Young For Their Age Tend To Live Longer

SUNDAY LONDON TIMES "ALLURE OF COUTURE" - DEC. 11, 2011 BY RICHARD DENNEN

Greg Scarnici and Mike Diamond Spreads Christmas Fear their "Bitch Track" entitled "SEASON'S READINGS"

FUCKED UP FOOD OF THE 60s & HOW IT MADE ME GAY: Excerpt NUMBER THREE from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

Jonny McGovern "Dickmatized"

FUCKED UP FOOD OF THE 60s & HOW IT MADE ME GAY: Excerpt NUMBER THREE from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

SCOOTER LAFORGE makes his own "PORN-à-PRETER" (copyright BillyBoy* 2011)

Art by Davey: Photo Booth Me by Jeremy Rocklin for New York Lives

Art by Davey has been a dancer, photographer, and designer in New York City since 1984. "Photo Booth Me" is his self-portrait project, using Photo Booth software to create the eclectic visuals he refers to collectively as his Tribe.

Created by

WONDERFUL Fiona Cartledge interview, creator of SIGN OF THE TIMES in London speaks of late 70s - late 90s British Club Music Scene She Lived!!

Pelirocco Platters

INTRODUCTION: Excerpt NUMBER TWO from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

JAY ROTH ... GLAMMY NOMINEE FOR BEST GO GO BOY..... MDVANII WISHES YOU LUCK!

Cazwell Ice Cream Truck Parody: Pickles' Kosher Spot

OKAY GLAMMY'S LET'S MAKE JAY ROTH THE WINNER FOR BEST GO GO BOY! JAY ROTH HAS MDVANII SUPPORT!

Cazwell Ice Cream Truck Parody: Pickles' Kosher Spot

Lady Gaga - "Born This Way" Parody (Porn That's Gay) - Greg Scarnici

INTRODUCTION: Excerpt from "My American Family - In One Era, Out the Other" by BillyBoy*

Jay Roth Inc.: Mars Needs Whores (Viewer and Reader discretion ad...

"and then it got worse.. much worse"/pt. 2...

- "Well, jump. Jump!" - Oct. / 2011 -

Jay Roth Inc.: Bus Ride Rant

MDVANII: "Double Rhogit-Rhogit" by BillyBoy* & Lala 1993/20...

Scribd article about BillyBoy* Christie's Auction Dec. 1st 2011

Authorized Sharing of An Article by The Divine Grace - “AN OPEN LETTER TO KIM KARDASHIAN”

“AN OPEN LETTER TO KIM KARDASHIAN”

Izannah Walker Chronicles: Original Antique Izannah Walker Dolls at Auction

Izannah Walker Chronicles: Who Is Izannah Walker?

Courthouse News Service

Mid2Mod: Fat lava

CHRISTOPHER STRIBLEY creates new art book entitled "Painted Streets"

Mike Diamond - "Trust!" - sets NEW STANDARDS FOR OLD SKOOL FABULOUSNESS

TRUST! MIKE DIAMOND

Bitch Track Old School House Realness- Oh Sugar, Trust!

Davey Mitchell Gets Zen Egyptiana Fierce

Clothes, Male Nakedness, Long Hair, Emma, Sweat ,….oh and Music, a Few Memories of Woodstock, 1969

The Six Worst Excuses by Anti-Gay Public Figures Caught Doing (Allegedly) Gay Things

Modern Mini Houses Chronicling my mini adventures in collecting and building modern dollhouses and miniatures.

Modern Mini Houses

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

BillyBoy*'s Mallet-Stevens dollhouse

Mdvanii Finland: Tell them Billy Boy is here

Mdvanii Finland: Tell them Billy Boy is here

Tapetenwechsel by Ela Aschenbach

Plastic Robot Plans to Plastic Wrap the Town! A Mixed Media project in New York, NY by Christopher Stribley

Mdvanii says "it is a must thing to do"

Plastic Robot Plans to Plastic Wrap the Town!

About this project

The Mistress Lauren (tm) - Simply The Best. Superior in fact.

Cheong Kwon, Associate Curator for Fondation Tangara has Bachelorette Party!

Art by Davey backstage at "LOW LIFE 2011", Howl Festival with the lovely Pixie Harlots

"Summer Dreams" Clip - CIRCOPITANGA are friends to Mdvanii

"Summer Dreams" Clip - CIRCOPITANGA are friends to Mdvanii

Wikipedia Mdvanii article - All the essentials about Mdvanii - Davey Mitchell a.k.a The Red Lion Mdvaniiizes himself and becomes a Mdvaniiism

The Photographes of Frédéric Charrière - Heidiland, le Wallensee ou le Loch Ness de Suisse Orientale…

http://www.flickriver.com/photos/fcharriere/sets/http://www.flickr.com/photos/fcharriere/collections/http://fcharriere.wordpress.com/

* Behind the Scenes with Teenage Fashion Dolls and their Clothes - some Observations and Reminiscences by BillyBoy*

AleXander Hirka - Localvorism doesn't end with broccoli.

Art by Davey by ArtbyDavey May 30th 2011

Mr Obara, famous Mdvanii collector in Japan, with a 1979 BB* drawing

Tiger and Friends - wearing the wardrobe of BillyBoy* 1969 - 2000

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

"BillyBoy* is Alive and Well" - article in Miller's Fashion Doll Magazine, 1999

Featured Poetry of Sunil P. Narayan in The Sound Of Poetry Review An International Poetry Site for Contemporary Poets

Doll Reader april, 2011 issue Through Heat and Fire The metamorphosis of porcelain Mdvanii. By Ernesto Padro-Campos

Soraya in porcelain

King's Queer parle de Mdvanii

Soraya in porcelain - unique creation 1993

http://www.flickriver.com/photos/fcharriere/sets/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/fcharriere/collections/

http://fcharriere.wordpress.com/