So it’s been pretty hectic lately which y’all might have surmised from my less meaty and infrequent posts. Work is understaffed and busting my balls of late so by the time I get home all I can fathom is a doobs and perhaps some audio-visual stimuli (otherwise, it’s straight-up face-down sleep). I have, however, been productive on other fronts.
Phebe Schmidt, has been doing a photographic documentary series of sex shops and their staff, influenced by yours truly when it comes to the subject matter – I hope, but this is Phebe’s bebe. I was mainly her assistant on this series – you know, getting people to sign releases, holding the flash, telling people to move this way or that. Phebe got some great shots which was the reward for trekking around from shop to shop, suburb to suburb; another reward being some new sexxxy mags to collage from.
Phebe shot in stores across several different demographics in the sex industry in order to highlight the diverse yet ‘every-day’ nature of their work: Sexy Secrets is a shop marketed towards a (mainly cis, hetero) female clientele; Eagle Leather is a specialty leather/latex/BDSM (predominantly for men) store; INYA stocks more ‘straight’ homosexual-male material with some cool Tom of Finland sculptures about the place; Lucrezia and de Sade – a kind of BDSM boutique; Shoecraft is a fetish shoe store established in 1977 specializing in stilettos (which you might have noticed is where I got the shoes for Gala’s shoot with us).
Other stuff I’ve been doing includes seeing Jessie Ngaio‘s latest production, Slutmonster, which was absolutely hilarious. Slutmonster combines fairytale with a ‘stick-your-dick-in-everything’ mentality and is marked by trees made of tits, vegetation with lubed up orifices and the Slutmonster itself, a furry-titted, giant schlonged sex maniac. And, for some reason (don’t Freud out on me) I do love a good castration scene and let me tell you, Slutmonster delivers. Ngaio has made a Mighty Boosh cum Tim and Eric satire of sexual conquests and gender relations; and that’s no mean feat. Yes, dick jokes, toilet humour and fine, fine art.
Thursday night, I dressed down to shake dat ass for Zanzibar Chanel and Big Freedia at the Tote, here in Melbourne. I wore this skimpy outfit to better facilitate the twerkage; and it was definitely a hot and sweaty twerk fest with way too much a$$ everywhere to be missed.
Phebe and I are working on another photo project (or ten) at the moment and I’m going to be doing some screen printing so expect some more updates of the artistic variety really soon. overandout.