Art at Urban Ore in Oakland. We were shopping for a grate for a koi pond cover and a urinal for the Willie Walker memorial Fountain. Found the latter not the former. “Fountain” is a Duchampian euphemism. Water boy historian Walker had a final request. More on that later. For more on this flying fucker, click here.
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The Mayor of Folsom Street! The exhibit at the Center for Sex and Culture opens on Friday and this is installation week. So, here’s the sneak! Above, memorial Leather Jacket by Bill Bowers. Bill is a former Cockette and long-time Queer Underground couturier. Cool art kid Rik Lee is doing his website these days. Check it out! He’s even done stage wear for Keith Richards the Rolling Stone. Dig! Alan dressed Metal bands and did foundation garments for punk fashion queen Vivienne Westwood, so having Bill’s tribute jacket as a centerpiece for this show is pure copacetic.
Worn Levi’s 501s, the crotch has been mended with leather and has worn through yet AGAIN! Damn, Dad. With Malebox jockstrap and an assortment of “friendship” pins, including one from The 15 Association. Alan, the original “Mr. S” was at the founding meeting, and was a long-time honorary member of this 35 year-old San Francisco-based men’s S/m fraternity.
A bit of politically charged inter-species homoerotic textile, tastefully decorating a bit of ursine chest. End of the world monster love rules. Ok! Photo Gay Highwaymen. shot in the patio at the Forest Club in Ukiah.
Happy Birthday, Harvey. You would have been 84 years old. And yesterday was the 35th anniversary of the White Night Riots. The Texan was there and had this to say about that: “I was there. Much has changed. If I were in San Francisco today I would throw Flowers at City Hall!”
Hey, Hippie Birdy, Harvey. Here’s something for you: words, words, words…now glowing pixels maybe making a mark in the brightly-lit on-line world of today. No: no apologies.
What is writing? Staining sheets. While écriture is understood as operating on a symbolic level, the physical act of mark-making is grounded in materiality. Ink on paper, cum on the bedspread and bloody clothing of all sorts share the pull of the gaze…
Just a preview. To download the pdf of the article A Martyr in the Archive: the Life and Afterlife of Harvey Milk’s Suit click here: JonesMartyrArchives
Our hearts go out to the estranged children of infamous hate-mongerer Fred Phelps of the notorious Westboro Baptist Church, a pseudo-congregation made up primarily of members of his own family. Seems the old man, the patriarch of The Most Hated Family in America is dying. The father of thirteen children, four of those have severed ties. The man who terrorized funerals of AIDS victims and war victims with equal glee did not hold back with his own family. Son Nate Phelps has become an outspoken speaker on the topic of child abuse in religious organizations as well as an ally to and advocate for the Gay and Queer communities his father rallied against for so many years. Go, Nate! BTW, not all evil-ass cults are right wing. Religious abuse, like totalitarianism, can approach from the right OR the left. For a groovy take on THAT Cozmic Debris, just ask old Frank. Zappa, that is, baby snakes and yellow snow…
Originally from California, 24-year old Justin Sears lives in NYC now. He does fairly large-scale realistic illustrative pieces on wood. No color splash, here, and no wall-to-wall paint. The narrow color range is all in the foreground, while the wood supports provide all the negative space. Subject matter is men, myth, masculinity with a distinctly surreal edge. His big portraits, like this one of a hot ash dude, are fairly strait-forward, while his historical and re-workings of classic themes bring most of the twists. He describes his work as a “masculine mix of industrialized pop art on organic surfaces.” See more at his website. Oh, he designs leather clothing, too. Cool!
Good schooling on how to make and keep stuff clean. Multiple editions, this one is early, plus limited vintage xerox and plus one – one-off paint over 19 c print. Quality, condition and display make a hoard into an exhibit. Oh, yeah. That plus what the shit sells for. D’uh. So Sez Homer and the Homo-ner and thee Prophat…heh…
Hey, Daddy! Ink to the People does crowdsourced fundraising with produced-to-order t-shirts. Design a shirt, select a sales target and date, and promote. The more you do, the higher the percentage that goes to the cause. Cool.
This one honors the life of “Daddy” Alan Selby, aka Mr. S. and “The Mayor of Folsom Street” An exhibit based on his life will be held in the Summer of 2014 at The Center for Sex and Culture in San Francisco. A book based on auto/biographical material will be published in December, 2014. In the spring of 2015, the archive of historical materials from his life and work will travel to the Leather Archives and Museum in Chicago, where it will be permanently housed. This fundraising souvenir t-shirt is supporting The Mayor of Folsom Street project. These shirts cost $20 each, come in assorted sizes, are made in the U.S.A. Order here.