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We have been watching the Semi Porn video antics of Keith Schofield very closely in the last few days, wondering how long it took to draw all those funny fill ins for genitalia... He first garnered my attention as a the younger annoying sibling of one of my best friends. Now he's doing videos for CSS and Minus the Bear that blow us away.
Ah...yes. Finally. A little love for darkroom demons courtesy of Marvin Scott Jarret and Gregg Gillis. This Month's Issue of NYLON features our post-Lollapalooza session with Gillis at the Humboldt Park Pizza Hut, where we bought lunch for ourselves and 6 of Gregg's unemployed friends.
I have to apologize to our four readers for not updating in a week. I have a nasty day ahead tomorrow in which I will get a 10 gauge needle plummeted into my elbow in an effort to remedy my torn extender in my shooting arm. I would have understood this injury in my single days, but being married reduces your "alone time" considerably. The doc says it might be from a 15 lb. camera in my right hand 6 hours a day, but I don't believe him. I think its from hi-fiveing every drunk in town. I've been stuck in front of the computer hacking away at peoples hairlines as I prep the Chicago Suicide Club Fashion Triptych. You can see a sneak preview above. Kudos to our 30+ models, movers and shakers who made Oliver and I very happy that evening. Because God knows I'll never attempt a shoot in Crimson Lounge again for fear of lighting it. Be sure to check out the St. Pauli Girl boxes hanging over the paintings hiding our strobes. Just another "Strobist" solution to an otherwise impossible situation.
Reeves and I took a stroll into Wicker Park and shot plenty of Black Swan parties (Cheers to Clayton Hauck for pimping us all month). Be sure to ask Reeves about the He Say She Say and Holt events because I only shot the "Zipcar Anniversary". It was the first party I've seen where anyone could get a drink but the line for the buffet was 200 people long. When I went up to the "Top Chef" contestants who were preparing the food and told them their new codename was the "Lunch Ladies" I don't think they were so amused. Nothing like going from national cable TV to feverishly cutting baguettes for hungry car renters.
A few weeks earlier I had the displeasure of shooting Dave Navarro again. Something tells me that watching your father shoot your mother, battling heroin, and getting dumped by Carmen Electra for our friend Rob Patterson makes you a total douche. It drives me nuts to see this virtuoso turned low grade porn director because he was my hero in high school along with Perry Farrel (Who is always fucking awesome to hang around). Reeves and I took on the last night of "Outdanced" at Funky Buddha as well and had a fucking blast. I'm so unhip and was like a wide eyed school child upon seeing Pooper and Leslie and the Lys kill it on stage. "Ham Dance" rulez. Our friend Shaka 23 is back in town and always brings good mojo to the party.
Oh, and I shot the Michigan Avenue Launch party and stayed away from almost all the celebs since Jason Binn prefers to hire 4 people to shoot the same thing. It's just not my thing having to push and shove to get a shot. I enjoyed the night and took time to take care of their readers and clients instead of hounding Cindy Crawford, Verne Troyer, Terrance Howard and Michelle Williams. I heard it was a great party. I, however, had tunnel vision and couldn't wait to leave due to my elbo feeling like it was gonna burst.
I did however piss someone off by sneaking my way to the front of the stage while Mr. Binn and Mrs. Gerber did their version of "Who's on First" seen below....
{This piece originally ran on darkroomdemons.com in September of 08.}
It didn't take long.
The horrifying plane crash that claimed 4 people and left Travis Barker and our friend Adam Goldstein, aka DJ AM scarred for life had only happened 24 hours before I heard this uttered in a back room somewhere:
"Hey, who's the hottest DJ in the country?"
My response was: "Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME!?! That's fucking awful, you prick."
The argument that erupted from the constiuent of mine was that on the same day, 7 US soldiers lost their lives in a helicopter crash in some shit box corner of the bloody sandbox known as Iraq. Gimme a break. They know what can happen every time they're deployed. I don't think AM, Travis, or the 4 others ever signed on a dotted line to be put under deadly risk when they boarder that Lear Jet in South Carolina.
Apples and Oranges my friends. Apples and Oranges.
To me, there is no comparison of an unspeakable tragedy that has befallen someone who has always been sincere to us, who has shared his uncanny talents with our crowds, and has above all, been humble every time we're lucky enough to hang out. DJ AM is one of the last people I could name who deserves a rough hand dealt like this one. A known reformed addict and alcoholic, he has served as an inspiration not only for me, but for countless others who have had the chance to regain their life from the vice grips of chemical addiction. Granted, my case has since changed, but that will never alter the fact that when I wasn't sure what to make of my new found sobriety 3 years ago, AM came to town and was supportive and openly receptive to my own personal struggle - despite the fact that he was dealing with the glazed over eyes of invasive local media and the pressure of conquering a new city. He took time to listen, to talk and finally to trust. I've met a ton of douchebags from Hollywood who follow the same chemically handicapped path who are still completely selfish troglodytes not worth a damn.
So imagine my horror when Reeves texted me the news. This is a guy who let us in, who is part of our extended family in LA and now he's in an induced coma in Georgia's Burn Center getting skin grafts on his head.
AM is a rock star - He took his He and Travis are widely considered the only redeeming factor of the VMAs. I did an interview with AM right after we met when I was writing for Chicago Scene which conicedentally, is running in October's issue - THREE YEARS LATER. The reason it still works is because I didn't go for temporal topics, instead sticking to what I thought would get to the core of who AM is. (Note: James Frey's 'Million Little Pieces' had already been debunked by Oprah and still AM cites it as a favorite because of the message.)
drd: 5 people, living or dead, that you would like to have a conversation with?
AM: My dad, Biggie Smalls, Elton John, Steven King, Dr. Bob Wilson
drd: Okay, how about 5 records, 4 movies and 3 books you can't live without?
AM: Jesus! (Laughs)
RECORDS “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” - Elton John,
“Ready To Die” – Biggie, “System Of A Down” - System Of A Down,
“Blood Sugar Sex Magic” - Red Hot Chili Peppers, “Full Clip” - Gangstar
MOVIES: Shawshank Redemption, City Of God, Trading Places, Big Lebowski
BOOKS: A Million Little Pieces, The Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous, Scar Tissue.
drd: For the record, Mr. Imelda Marcos, how many Nikes do you currently possess?
AM: 600.
drd: Chicago certainly has embraced you over the last few years. We're a little far off the beaten path you trounce. Are we part of a global domination route or is there something that grabbed you (beside dough) and made you say "Ok. Chicago's the real deal..."?
AM: Yes, there is... Chicago's crowd is one of THE most fun I have gotten to play for. So much energy, it makes me work harder. And your pizza does not suck either!
SCENE: Do you switch the set up any when you get here or is it always a work in progress as you play from club to club, state to state?
AM: It’s always a work in progress.
drd: Well, I know its an "in and out" job, but have you had any time to schlup around the Windy City other than from the club to the hotel to the airport?
AM: I got to see a LITTLE of the city but not too much. I did a little shopping a couple times. I am from Philly and Chicago KINDA reminds me a little of it.
drdE: With all the time spent commuting and spinning, do you even have time to pull out new records?
AM: I'm always listening and looking for something new/old to play. I find the time for that.
drd: Do you ever have a moment of silence? Are you an iPod guy and what's on it if you have thousands of records already?
AM: I LOVE my silence! Most times in my car it is a ghost town. But when I play poker the iPod is my theme music.
drd: With all the celebrity backing and A-List status already gained, is there anything work wise you would like to accomplish? Like producing, etc...
AM: I would LOVE to produce again.
drd: Any artists that you want to work with, or are going to?
AM: I would like to bring Biggie back from the grave and do a triple album with him rhyming over 80s and 90s rock beats (Smiles)
drd: You’ve cited your heroes and influences DJ Craze, DJ Cash Money, and Mighty Mi, and the great Mixmaster Mike of the Beastie Boys- Who actually asked you to spin at his wedding! A-list parties are one thing, but your hero's nuptials?!? What was that like?
AM: Wow. It was a little terrifying! I was BEYOND excited he asked me. Yet, I think I peed my pants a little (KIDDING!)
drd: Having been in the spotlight and under the public eye for so long, where does your work ethic and resolve come from? Are there any days where you're like, "God, I don't want to work today?"
AM: Yes, I have had those days but not in a LONG time. Sometimes I say “God, I really don’t want to FLY today.” But then I remember that 8 years ago I was strung out on crack in a single apartment with no power and DJing 8 hour nights for a case of Budweiser. God loves me and I am SO LUCKY to be here. That’s when I shut up and get movin’!
drd: You've been quoted before about the "Lost" element of Hollywood and that the party people couldn't give a shit about the music save for the occasional head bob. That doesn't seem to have stopped the machine known as DJ AM. Why do you think that is?
AM: Well, for one, I have A.D.D. I am almost ALWAYS "working" at work. I try to never let one song play too long on its own. This can make people happy OR piss them off. But either way it grabs their attention. I am also just one lucky human.
We agree. END
The thing that bothered me most about handing this interview over last week was that I didn't take the time to call Jennie (his agent) or AM and let them know I had dusted it off from the archives. I didn't want to bug him on his tour and felt it was solid enough on its own that it still had a shelf life. I figured we could laugh about it when he'd return to Chicago in a few weeks. Now I don't think we'll see him for quite awhile. But at least our prayers will find him, his family and friends and hopefully ease their pain.
Our thoughts are always with you.
So we've been running into a lot of people lately who have been screaming at us "Where are the fucking Glamorama Pictures?"
The answer is: There aren't any.
Well, okay. Yes, there are some but what is on the site is but our meager attempt to placate the fashionistas, sycophants and party revelers before they gnaw our hands off. You see, God Hates Us. For the last year I have been the recipient of all computer related injuries, from broken memory cards to a horrible migration from PC to MAC and so on. Reeves has literally sat back and sipped his lemonade offering such support like "Hmmmm...never happens to me." and gives a sincere shrug.
Until Now. Reeves was doing all the heavy lifting that night at Macy's and then at Manor. I went home in the sweat of a pharmaceutical cocktail and retired early. Meanwhile, Reeves got it on with a now non-sweaty (check out his appearance on the red carpet in our glamorama gallery 1) Steve Gutenberg, MC Hammer with our friends and just a ton of models getting dirty.
And all of it is lost forever. You see, there was some kind of corrupt file on his memory card already and it decided to take a bite out of his pictures from the second half of the evening.
I have never seen Reeeves cry, but I'm certain that a tear fell upon the discovery that Glamorama would never look the way it should've.
And for that, we are both truly sorry. Meanwhile, enjoy the scraps you vicious mongrels.
From Today's New York Post:
Artistic shots of Miley Cyrus and Lebron James apparently don't pay enough for famed photographer Annie Leibovitz to keep up with her bills, court records show.
Despite a Vanity Fair contract reportedly worth more than $2 million a year and a portfolio full of controversial and iconic celebrity portraits, Leibovitz has racked up $715,000 worth of debt, court documents show.
The 58-year-old photographer allegedly owes money for unpaid taxes, an aborted book project, and outstanding equipment rental fees. She's also at least a year overdue in paying for renovations to her Greenwich Village townhouse, according to the documents.
Leibovitz, through a Vanity Fair spokeswoman, declined to comment on the debts. "To the best of my knowledge all of these [debts] have been resolved," a Vanity Fair spokeswoman said.
Yikes. And all this time that I wanted to be Annie Liebowitz, I realize that she's just like everyother photographer.... except that she's Annie Fucking Liebowitz.
Last night I waited 3 hours to get a shot of NAS after shooting Fall Out Boy at Soldier Field.. The fact that I got Talib Kweli too just made it all worth it. More on the way... We're VERY tired after the "holiday" weekend and will try to get the tasty morsels up by next summer. We Promise.
The ever effervescent and innovative songstress Lady Gaga is one of our favorite people in the world right now. And it has nothing to do with the fact that she's checking herself out on demons in the picture above. The fact that she knows our website is enough to let us die satisfied. She is in fact, the new Madonna. But we just want to take this opportunity to shout out to Gaga for keeping the dance alive and to Igor from Driven by Boredom for taking care of Sir Reeves last week in NYC. You see, Igor is a sickly gifted photoblogger in Manhattan and threw Reeeves a few naked girls for practice at Burning Angels....Praise be to Igor and Gaga.
God Bless New Yorkers. Every last one of them.
So Mr. Hunter, aka the cobrasnake, plugged the extraordinary photographer Todd Selby and there was this great pic of Marvin Jarret, the EIC of Nylon. It just made me realize we better get our Girl Talk pictures in ASAP for next month...right after we upload Lollapalooza, deliver a feature to Scene and Bar and Restaurant Magazine, and shoot Bette Midler tomorrow night for the grand opening of the Horseshoe Casino in Hammond.
God we're such douchebags.
We want to apologize to all our friends who we didn't invite to our Acura GenART exhibition last Thursday. There was some interesting "restrictions" and we ended up partying with a three hundred strangers. But Shalla from Qualo came out and so did Sadie 7 aka Beth Liebling from Hovercraft. We were stunned to have local celeb Audarshia Townsend aka "The 312 Dining Diva" write (LIE) that we were one of the hottest parties of the weekend and have Project Runway Alum Steven Rosengard party with us all night, not to mention fellow visual artists Daniel Ryan and Anthony Lombardi stop in to imbibe a few vats of wine. HUGE Thanks to E-6 and Matt Roan for kicking off the Lolla weekend and giving us killer tunes and finally, to the brothers Masterson for keeping us entertained all weekend.
Was that self important enough? Apparently our party was so depressing that the Chicago director of Gen Art resigned two days later. Better luck next time!
While we lazily lollygagged around Lollapalooza, Chicago's Matt Talpinger was worked to the bone, being one of the official photogs for the fest. Kudos, brother. I have met Matt several times and his smile always made me think he was way younger than he is. His work kicks fucking ass. Check it out at NonFormat.Org
Werd.
Its coming. Sooner than Later.
Teaser? Why not....
Hello.....Uffie.
I understand that there's a level of expectation that comes with being funny on TV. Everyone wants you to be funny or touch them on some intellectual level if you're a star and meet them in person. Last night, Bill Maher hosted an event in town for the esteemed Michigan Ave magazine and was suprisingly nihilistic on the red carpet. I overheard the following interview :
Chick with microphone: "So what do you think of Chicago?"
I'll interrupt right here. This is just the easiest question in the book. Say something about the local color, the architecture, maybe about Daley. I hung with anticipation as Maher fielded the question...
Maher: "I don't. I don't care about Chicago." (Something like that)
Rattled Reporter: "Well, what about New York?"
Maher: "I don't live in New York."
Ouch. Way to give great press.
Apparently, even though the candidate he supports for the Presidency hails from here, he didn't seem to care that so many people came to see him in our fair suburb strip mall we call the WINDY CITY.
I was really hoping for more of a rock star attitude. Instead we got a bored old man keeping his comedy morsels close to the chest. So when I got him cornered in the kitchen, I did the high contrast portrait you see above to capture that duplicity. I should know that when I expect Superman to come through, it usually ends up being Clark Kent...
Real Time with Bill Maher returns to HBO on August 29th.
Jimmy Olsen out.
So now 3 years have passed and I have taken a half million pictures since then, shot a ton of concerts and studied the way of the camera. I have partnered up with one of the best shooters in the country (ahem...Sir Reeves) and feel like I am ready to take this on again. Today I got an email for photo requests for the Nails set and smiled, hoping that I could redeem myself and see how far we have come. We're also hoping that Trent's photographer and designer ingenue Rob Sheridan is coming with for an interview. Keep your fingers crossed. And as for Kanye? Well, I got hooked up with him just a week after Nine Inch Nails that fall. And in this race, there is no room for second place. Sorry Ye. We still love you. But this is Nine Inch Nails.
Steve Schofield in England has amassed a gallery of cosplayers who embrace the American Pop Culture in ways that are "out of this world." I sigh with relief when I look at these, knowing full well it could have happened to me or my friends had we not found porn and drugs. I'm gonna go throw out my vintage starwars toys RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
Out with the Old, in with the New.
"Ooooh...Rocky Mountain High....."
"Jagermeister's Spokesmodel"
Jay - Z by Danny Clinch
Kanye by Danny Clinch
Damian Marely Daguerreotype by Danny Clinch
