Jack Micheline - It Is Not Here on Earth What I Am Seeking
Steve Horowitz - Super Size Me – 10th Anniversary Soundtrack
David Rattray - The Viewing
Ted Barron - Ted Barron – Photographs
This Fuckin' Guy (as told to John S. Hall) - Owls
Celia Farber - 1971
Joshua Mohr - Ballad of a Lousy Husband
The Spitters - Sex, God and Violence
The Editors - Steve Adams – Triskotronica
Norman Douglas - Rabbit and Crow
Sharon Mesmer - I’ve Got My Shiny Kitten
Melissa Febos - Somerville
steve dalachinsky - the perfect child
Peter Shear - Peter Shear – Paintings
Jennifer Adams - Blue Portrait
Díre McCain - Fat Wallet
Alan Kaufman - The Earring
D. Scot Miller - Afro-Surreal Excerpt
Jose Padua - Our Heavy Metal Life
Jill Rapaport - The Bucket O' Crabs
Taylor Mead - Flack from Taylor
Dan Becker - Dan Becker – compositions
Ron Kolm - Maupin Row
Marguerite Van Cook - Twenty-Four Islands
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.
The stars must have been aligned when, entirely by chance, I happened upon The Spitters way back in 1994. I had caught a short blurb on them while flipping through some metal magazine or another in a grocery store. It was accompanied by a tiny picture of the band live; I was struck by the… Read more »
We were totally unprepared for the winter of 1968; it was bleak and cold, and it seemed to last forever. My wife and I were from the North — Reading, Pennsylvania — and we had joined a government program to help organize the dispossessed so they could eventually help themselves. This program was called VISTA,… Read more »
“Time Now and Everything,” a poem by Michael Randall, with a photograph by Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre, Fisher Body Plant 21, from “Ruins of Detroit.”
Well, yes, they fucked like bunnies, and yes, they fucked as if it was their last night on earth (when in fact it was early afternoon), but more than that, they fucked like so many, different other things completely.
I recently watched a “reality” show called “The Bad Girls Club” and was saddened by what current culture has come to accept as “badness” in women.