Archive for October, 2011
I woke up yesterday to find an email waiting for me, letting me know that I’ve again been selected to participate in GLAAD’s annual art auction in New York.
This year, Jay is coming with me.
It looks like the program is a little abbreviated this year. I feel like we were out a lot later than 9:30 last year. But who knows, I could be remembering incorrectly. The whole night is such a whirlwind.
This is the photo they selected.
And last year, I think only two of the honorary hosts attended (Mike Ruiz and David Bromstead), but this year if I get to meet John Cameron-Mitchell or Carrie Preston, I’d be thrilled!
The diner used to be a donut shop called Mr. Donut, and when the new owners bought it and started serving serving hot breakfasts, they just took the “Mr.” and everything else off the sign. So for years, it was just called “Donut.”
Since then, they have invested a little bit in a new sign. But not much.
I was told by one of my breakfast companions that this boy runs, fast and for a long time, on the treadmill at the gym across the street. That would explain the Mercury’s wings tattooed on both of his ankles. It would also explain the truly insane number of donuts he walked out with.
Here’s Jay, waiting patiently for his breakfast.
And not to be out-shined by the boy runner’s crazy hair, this young lady commanded the audience of the whole diner. She was just delightful.
The food didn’t come close to comparing to the atmosphere (worst breakfast gravy in Indiana, I’d say), but the atmosphere was certainly enough to get me to go back. I love places with great people watching.
Far be it from me to spend much time talking about television, because 97% of the time I really do think there’s something better to do. But really, if you’re not watching American Horror Story, you are definitely missing out. I haven’t been this excited about a TV show since Battlestar Galactica went off the air in 2009. And before that, it was . . . Twin Peaks?
Last night was episode 4, and for me it was the best yet.
It also doesn’t hurt that (if you’re like me and you like such things) Dylan McDermott is either partially or fully unclothed in every episode so far.
This morning, I found these stills of the cast, and they make me love the show even more. The portrait of Jessica Lange? It goes right at the top of my “Damn, I wish I had taken that!” list. It’s just stunning.
Click any of the stills to see a larger photo.
This is actually a series from a group of photos I took 4 years ago. For some crazy reason they are just now making it to my websites.
I was hesitating about including this as an actual series, but less than 24 hours after I did, Tye from Favorite Hunks & Other Things wrote to me asking if he could pick it up, so I must have made the right decision.
You can see the whole series on either one of my sites: the PG-13 site (SBarnesPhotography) or the NC-17 site (Vir Impudicus). The photos are identical on both, and no more or less innocuous or scandalous than what you see here.
Jay bought this book for me two or three years ago as a Christmas present. Usually in art criticisms it’s the art that captures me, the text is superfluous if not boring. And this book contains probably just slightly more than 50% text as opposed to prints. But this time, as I quickly devoured the book, cover to cover.
From homoerotic imagery from the late 1800s, as America grew as an agricultural and industrial nation, to the subtle rise of homoeroticism in military art during World Wars I and II, to the work of Mapplethorpe and the art of the age of AIDS, this book was fascinating. I totally recommend it.
I should probably read it again, in fact. And again, in a couple of years.
Among the artists included, you’ll see Thomas Eakins, Paul Cadmus, Jared French, Jasper Johns, Robert Mapplethorpe, Mark Morrisoe, Tom of Finland, Andy Warhol, Arthur Tress, Lyle Ashton Harris, John O’Reilly, and Keith Haring. And many more.
Click the book cover to be taken to the Barnes and Noble page.
Here is Esther and Michael as part of a yet-titled series. You can see the whole series on one of my websites.
The other day on the way to work, Jay and I started talking about pizza buns, which were served every second Thursday in my grade school cafeteria. By far, this was the most exciting lunch we had in grade school; everybody loved pizza buns.
For old time sake, Jay easily concocted a way to make them vegetarian, and so we had pizza buns for dinner one night last week. They didn’t quite have the same consistency as the minced whatever-meat-that-was mixed with pizza sauce from my childhood, but the taste was almost identical. That’s what counts. Our bread was fresher, too.
All that was missing was milk, served out of a Charlie Brown thermos. That would have made the grade school flashback complete. And I couldn’t quite convince Jay to wear a hair net and pretend to be the lunch lady. Maybe next time.
I feel honored to be among the 33 artists invited to participate in this exhibit.
Travis Little, who’s work I featured last week on my blog, originally suggested that I submit a photo or two to be considered. I know that Travis had been trying to put together an art show featuring nude work for over a year, but this tends to conflict with the “community standards” of Indianapolis (he had a gallery on Mass Ave. very close to signing on last fall, but then at the last minute the gallery owner freaked out and pulled the plug). So to my knowledge, this will be Indianapolis’ first juried nude gallery show.
Unfortunately, I’m doing some traveling in November, so I will be at the First Friday Preview on the 4th but will probably be unable to attend the Panel Discussion on the 11th. My work, and all the selected pieces, will be on display in the Stutz Art Center through the exhibit’s run, from November 4 – 23. I’d love to see all my friends come out on the 4th! We’ll have fun.