Le Croc Monsieurs

Fuck yeah..
last night i saw some San Diego bands and thank gawd, they still have it going ON. the Crocodiles singer of previous band, "the plot to blow up the Eiffel Tower" was fucking hot hot hot amazing. from the land that invented skinny pants 15 years ago, duh, the sex, raw, mod shit was making me HIGHER. and the Dum Dum Girls they played with were like seeing Debbie Harry except with masks and of course, black clothes (another SD band). And their DJ was this dude from the all boys highschool brethren to my all girls highschool who had a mushroom haircut back in the day and "got together" with my best friend. Oh, those shoegazer boys with their shoegazing bands.. used to run around the tunnels late at night drunk thru the tunnels underneath our campus and write our names in their undies and hang em in the courtyard the next day... and Michael would print fake Morrissey tickets for all of us to go to the Arena shows and we'd follow their cars to their hotels and strewn them with gladiolas and hang out.

anyway, Crocodiles rule. fucking HOT. Back to my roots. Thank. You. Boys!


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Congrats, OMG.

No one's really mentioned this to my knowledge, but like has anyone noticed how like every top designer or every other at least is Asian American??? From our darling Alexander Wang, who just won the most coveted $200,000 New York designer award from the CFDA to Michelle Obama's fave scandalous or deemed rather "unconventional" dress for the acceptance speech at the DNC by Thakoon? Well, here it is folks .. from Doo.ri, Richard Chai, Philip Lim, Vera Wang, Derek Lam, so on and so forth, I just wanted to say, congrats on being awarded and recognised based on merit, like President Elect Barack Obama, not just having your ethnicity at the forefront of what you do. But what you're doing and how. Much love to everyone sweating out this fucking recession and keep on trucking!

This Saturday! in the BK. Fuck the Police.

Jason Yates is a subversive artist, like a bunch of genius folks who can't get their head around the industry and want to pave their own ways, stuck between the aisles, is again coming out of the woodworks. He's in our current issue compared to Raymond Pettibon in a sense that one of his formats is making posters for music bands. And like the raw energy and signature style of Pettibon, Yates owns his own aesthetic identified from miles away - stickers, glitter, mylar and fucked up drawings of animals morphed into characters.. with various meaning and non-meaning when trying to interpret them. Like elephants with penis trunks and cracked out acid werewolf faces representing Ariel Pink or not, we enjoy them just fine. Here's rooting for an artist dipping back into the art world. He never left his own art world, but hey, we've all cut our teeth at some time or another, and well, shit, if we all just stopped fighting for what we believed in and making what's inside outside in fear of a corporate planet ripping us off in one way or another, we'd be in Shitsville. Here's to renewing good faith and ART uncensored. Pictured here is the artwork he graciously donated to our FP Art Benefit to keep our magazine going! We love your work and hope that it keeps on existing, man.

THIS IS OUR JAM RIGHT NOW!!!!

i loveeeeeee margaret tedesco. she's the shit in SF as far as Gallerists go.

Arthur Russell. Calling all heartfelt "weirdos"

This movie has come and gone and came and went... but seek out this film, it will keep you interested til the ticking end. Not only was the film footage from the 80's in New York super intriguing but the commentary by David Toop was my favorite. All the directorial choices were really enjoyable, informative, personal, and entertaining. Arthur Russell reminded me of Henry Darger, in a sense that he made such a vast amount of work for himself because there was this world inside him he created. Despite all his killed opportunities or whatever, he made like hundreds and hundreds of tapes, which I have a feeling are all incredible or at least pushing something around that's his own and interesting. It's like you gotta just admire that he fucking put cello to house music and embraced his individuality as a singer with a distinct style unlike anyone else at that time or even to this day.. I think that the Hercules and Love Affair production on their album must have been definitely influenced by Arthur Russell, their choice to have Antony and the Johnson do vocals, for sure. I like them both, but he's the maverick. RESPECT.

Yemen Wed Opens this Week NYC!!!

Shawn Mackinnon, part of the Yemen Wed artist collective is the real reason I started this blog and First Person magazine. He asked me, "How do you know about all these art openings?" So, I started this blog while I still lived in NYC and was working with a gallery. Then when I was art editor for another magazine, he was like, "You're too creative for them". So, here I am... and Shawn, who, has contributed generously to every issue of First Person along with collaborators Jay Farrer and Gloria Maximo and Paul for this and FP magazine, what seems to me like one of the most anticipated art pieces since like the dawning of some experimental new genre shit going down. Their visions together seems scary like super hero powers. I'm so glad their my friends! Thanks for all your support and good luck w. your video and site specific architectural installation at this new gallery. I'm secretly hoping to catch it and the EP show before they close. Sorry if this reads weird. It's late, and I wanted to post this now...

Go Family. FP loves you. Always.

We Heart EP

Elizabeth Peyton is having her first ever survey show hosted and curated by the New Museum in New York. I was recently out there to launch and distribute the current issue of First Person, while I was in what felt like the Palais De Tokyo bookstore downstairs, as it is defined by a kind of aluminum free standing wall, I was hoping to catch this show... but it was still being installed. She is my most favorite contemporary painter as her work, despite the subject matter of grunge celebrityism, seems timeless. Those red lips and romantic tattoed boys sleeping... omg, how I used to stand and stare at the acquisition at the SFMoMa in my early twenties... sigggghhhh.... I'd consider flying back out to NY just to see this show. It takes up two floors and comprises not only paintings but also her photo studies of I'm sure a promisingly romantic mural of English boys, half awake half asleep, flowers, sunlight, cigarettes and tired eyes... and more. Catch it before it closes and travels on to Europe. Im sure it will be worth it. Like being in love with a painting. And all it should be. Total Gift.

YSL

We're going to check out the Yves Saint Laurent exhibition at the De Young Museum that opened this week and catch the documentary film made about the designer and his atelier the same evening. I've seen a few costume shows now at the De Young, from Vivienne Westwood to Comme Des Garcons and although the exhibitions haven't been as thrilling as the Victoria and Albert program or the Met's, I'm glad that San Francisco is interested in hosting fashion exhibitions. This is the only US venue for this special retrospective and I'd like to come with no expectations. Hopefully, I'll be surprised.