Dirty Looks
I’m really proud of David Everitt Howe, because the film series he organized with Bradford Nordeen, “Dirty Looks,” is getting a lot of great press.
There was a piece about it on the New York Times website yesterday, which will appear in the paper Thursday.
And Art Fag City put together a really great guide of the series, which includes 31 screenings of Queer films throughout the city.
Last night, I went to see It’s A Jackie Thing by Charles Atlas at the W in Times Square, and I loved it, far more than his recent solo exhibition at Luhring Augustine, which I wrote about for Art in America.
I also really loved seeing Zee, my friend from graduate school in town from Prague, Conrad Ventur, who is the most famous artist ever to attend one of my dinner parties, and a whole bunch of the city’s most elite fags, dressed up in Hitler Youth haircuts and sports jerseys. The Hitler Youth haircut is a thing right now, so don’t fucking accuse me of using negative stereotypes in my descriptions.
What I loved most of all, however, is the pictures of me and David in Times Square after the screening, looking like lovers even though he’s not attracted to me.
I used to hate Times Square with a passion I reserve for Thomas Friedman and Malcolm Gladwell.
But last night, at 11:30pm, I saw it in David’s arms, and from inside of them, Times Square was was bright, and colorful, and strangely beautiful.
