Jose Padua - Our Heavy Metal Life
Samoa Moriki - Coming of Age by Samoa
Herbert Huncke - Letter to Dad
Drew Hubner - Mt. Eden 1978-82
The Editors - The Sensitive Skin Magazine explained
James Reich - We Are All Alice B. Toklas
Ronald B. Richardson - Memory is Narrative; Narrative is Memory
Taylor Mead - Flack from Taylor
D. Scot Miller - Knot Frum Hear
Carl Watson - Late Night Phone Call from the Used to Be
Steve Horowitz & The Code International - Invasion From The Chicken Planet
Marty Thau - Suicide Tour
Deborah Pintonelli - Caravaggio, Baby
Maggie Estep - Excerpt From Lollapalooza Tour Diaries
Ted Barron - Ted Barron – Photographs
James Greer - If You’re So Special, Why Aren’t You Dead?
Alan Kaufman - The Earring
Drew Hubner - Tambourine Man: Gene Clark/No Other Memoir Project 1
Steve Horowitz - Super Size Me – 10th Anniversary Soundtrack
Dennis Gordon - Dennis Gordon – Photographs
Thaddeus Rutkowski - Pardon My French
J. Boyett - Hank the Vampire
Bernard Meisler - All This Life: A Novel by Joshua Mohr – A Review
Theresa Wong - Venice Is a Fish
Here they are, warts and all, available for the first time in over 15 years – scanned versions of the original print run of Peau Sensible/Sensitive Skin, from 1991 – 1994, in PDF format.
Jam-packed with downtown NYC superstars, writers, musicians and artists, including Richard Hell, Herbert Huncke, Richard Kern, Eileen Myles, Jack Micheline, Emily XYZ, Patrick McGrath, Taylor Mead and many, many more.
In early 1972, I spent a week with William Burroughs in London, photographing a cover story for Rolling Stone. Burroughs’ radical ideas about power, control, and money touched me deeply. When I returned to New York, I began photographing the financial district in a whole new style. I’d never taken photographs like this before–but I… Read more »
People like to blame things—they like to pretend life is an accident, that it’s not their fault. But accidents can be intentional. We make ourselves magnets by our aggressive apathy. On top of that we are fascinated by the idea of contingency—it suggests a value to individual existence. But there is none really. And so I was working on the Papa Sri Frank Payne path to nirvana—drink like a fish, speak to no one, indulge regret—alcohol, asceticism, hindsight.
David West documents the musicians of the avant-garde, the people of the underground milieu and his experiences of urban life. His work is historical and intimate. He presents culturally saturated images that draw from his deep imaginative reservoir.
What really sends me is artwork containing a spaciousness of address which allows for our looking to become consuming and urgent. In these moments the relationship between object and audience can be truly generative, a partnership. The gulf of meaning present in an artwork separating artist from viewer remains mysterious and it feels good operating… Read more »
John S. Hall, of King Missile fame, reads a poem, “I Hate this Guy,” that he apparently wrote on his way over to the club on his Blackberry. As soon as John Kruth is ready on sitar, he quits it and moves on to “How They F***ed,” which was originally published in Sensitive Skin #7. Brilliant, hilarious and seriously NSFW.