Sean Landers, "Why So Panicky?" (2004)

Alex Barry "I Wish I Was Sean Landers"

So much meaning in here.

Kathy's Hip 100 (part 2)

11. Marcel Duchamp – The pseudoephedrine of the art world
12. Rene Magritte- This is not a statement
13. Martin Kippenberger – “no problem”
14. Pepon Osorio – the crime of culture
15. Amedeo Modigliani – long pointy faces
16. Richard Prince –cig ads, no butts about it
17. Romero Britto- poor man’s Warhol+Koons, minus the talent.
18. Roy Lichtenstein– comic book despair
19. Takashi Murakami – cartoony mushrooms and masturbating cowboys
20. Edvard Munch – ambivalent gothic nightmares

My (abridged) version of Davies' The Hip One Hundred' (part 1)

If you're reading this and aren't already familiar with the piece, I encourage you to click the picture and look a bit closer because it's quite brilliant.

Here's the beginning of what may or may not become my own 100 list. I'll edit more as I go along.
For now, a top 10 - this isn't in any particular order of importance - Davies himself would often look back at his piece and bemoan (so to speak) picking one artist above another.

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1. Jean-Michel Basquiat – Adonis ghetto prophet
2. Paul McCarthy - ketchup and prosthetic noses
3. John Baldessari – how to form a pithy quote:
4. Sean Landers – ha,ha.ha-
5. Salvador Dali- the biblical story on mescaline
6. Jackson Pollock – the noble savage
7. Tracey Emin- here's my bed, here's my “list”, now piss off .
8. Edward Hopper – Mad Men, after-hours.
9. Tamara de Lempicka – champagne and oysters rockefeller at a Gatsby party
10. Gilbert and George – repressed gay Willy Lomans on acid.

The Ratchet Men - An Original One-Act Play

Here's a link to my June 2009 short play, 'The Ratchet Men'

Written by moi,
Directed by Othon Cardelle

Cast:
Patrick - Ian Vargas
Tom - Marlon Aquino
Voiceover - Othon Cardelle

Filmed by: Rodrigo Gil


Happy viewing :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olQ1g1V9jCk

Flavor

Flavor…
of the month isn’t good enough.
We want the flavor of the day.
With variety comes responsibility.
Come on, bitches: Scoop, scoop, scoop!


KC

The Path

The Path
...to my heart is lined with pipe bombs and rusty shrapnel.
I don’t buy into Hallmark lamentations, don’t bring them here.
You won’t have time to swoon
when you’re dodging the punji sticks that illuminate the way
And like sea turtles attracted by light, you’ll get trampled by a streetcar
only named desire.


KC