An Evening with Cynthia Bach & Jim Matthews.

Erik Foss’s friend Cecelia invited us to her very small birthday party at her friends house high up in the LA hills of Los Feliz.

The whole bonkers scenario was like something out of a movie, where kookie & different types of people are brought together on a stormy night, in a 1920’s Hollywood house that could easily be a museum of antique religious artifacts & oddities.
What an incredible experience meeting Cynthia Bach & Jim Matthews was. They are true artisans. When she greeted us at the door, Cynthia immediately reminded me of my mother with her charisma & style. When I'm old (sorry, older) I want to be like Jim, to be able to indulge every impulse to collect & curate all sorts of mad things. When we were showed “his area” I was openly jealous.

Instagram has really killed my blogging but there was absolutely no way to even attempt to capture this experience on that platform, and even here, I’m not able to really describe the remarkable conversions that took place, or the strange interactions but I will try my best.
One conversation in the beautiful living room, only lit by candle light & a fire, started with a very touching sensitive description from Cynthia about how she raised holy hell in a hospital ER where Jim was not getting the care he desperately needed. I asked some very personal questions & both were so open with their answers, it made me feel truly let in to such a intimate relationship. Then some others wandered into the room and were loudly arguing about what to my ears sounded like they were both saying exactly the same thing, but neither one was able to hear that because of their volume. Being someone who's uncomfortable with conflict, & coming out of such a sensitive moment, this was jarring & uncomfortable. I just hoped that no one else was as freaked out by the sudden change of atmosphere as I was. I actually don't think anyone even noticed, as the room quickly reverted to questions to our hosts & more story telling. Then most of the group went back into the kitchen & left just Jim, Erik myself & another guest whom we’d not met before the night. Somehow over the next thirty minutes the conversation went from from how we’re all doomed because of capitalism, to future technologies & how they hopefully will, or could save us, to obsession & then to drug addition, with me telling them how I’d attempted suicide 3 times when fighting it.

I actually don't think anyone at the party was even high or drunk.

I captured the video below before these conversations took place & we did not know who was who yet. Erik & I were eating Lucifers Damned Good Pizza in the kitchen & Cynthia instructed “Everyone go down to the alter” Huh?

The house was generally too dark at night to photograph, but I tried to capture some of the details I found so wonderful.

Wanted to show some of Jim's drill bits & the gold filigree work. The ring is there to give an idea of scale.

Thats a dime I put next to this.

Cynthia’s recent promotional documentary. (Defiantly better shot than mine ;)


Like the post on the Maine trip before this one, Big Sur needs a grander vista than Instagram.
I feel so fortunate to work with one of my oldest, and best, friends Paul, who suggested I do my LA trip on the same days that he was scheduled to also go out there. For me traveling is normally fairly miserable but doing it with a mate can make the whole thing potentially fun.
Paul & I have an incredible history together, and one day I hope write about all our adventures, both the fun music-based ones and also the business ones. 
He told me that after we’d done the two days of work in LA he’d asked Dan & Ellen Weiner if they would mind if I came up with him, & stayed in their Monterey house for one night, and than followed by one night in Big Sur. Having never been to either area, I was obviously psyched. I’ve now met Dan a few times, & he’s not only a legend in the booking agency world with a million jaw-dropping stories, but one of the coolest, most interesting people that has entered my life in the last couple of years. Ellen is also lovely, & sort of Ying to Dan's Yang, somewhat similar to the way Wini is way more fun & nicer to everyone than me. Not that Dan is not fun or nice!

Many people far more apt than I have written about how spectacular the drive to Big Sur is, so I won’t even try.
Below are pics of just a few of the details from their wonderful Big Sur home.

Path to main house.
Porch & view from the guesthouse.
Paul in the swing-chair watching the sunset, contemplating life, & like me, trying to figure out how the fuck we are going to move here.
Another path with another place to chill. 
A few objects collected & perfectly placed.
River seating down at the inn we ate an unbelievable breakfast at.


While I’ve really enjoyed using Instagram to share inspirational images & some fun moments, this platform has been neglected.
So having just spent five picture-perfect magical days up in Maine with close friends Tommy, Natalie & Stella Emery, these images needed fuller vista, wider screen technicolor presentation!
Our Max (who chose to stay home) & their Rowan (at camp) were very missed.

Driveway to the beautiful barn -
Lunch at Mothers Kitchen -“mothers little helper” -
Few of the trees downed from previous years storm-
Wild flowers-
Our walk down to Hulls Cove (Hells Cove)
I'll have a Walter on the rocks please.
Fisheye action.
Lunch at the Asticou Hotel (Overlook Hotel)
Magic garden (with no secret door)
Pretty strict rules for the magic garden.
Magic Toadstool.
Setting sun over the bay.
Sunset at the Bar Harbor Club
Fire Starter- (photo credit Tommy Emery)


It's always fun to be the first amongst friends to discover a band & watch them gain devoted fans. Joe Bisirri (bass), Dylan Sevey (drums) & Ron Gallo (vicious guitar) returned to NYC, and went from playing a half empty Mercury Lounge last July to selling out Baby's All Right last night.

Ron’s confidence & stage presence has also notably developed. He’s a pretty imposing figure, & when singing songs penned from an angry or sad point of view such as “All the Punks are Domesticated” he can bring the full house of chatter to total silence with his intensity.

I’ve never really been drawn to Rock N’ Roll that has a “message”. Music in general has always simply been a way to escape the harsh realties of life. However Ron’s music is not only danceable and exciting due to the bands primal energy, he’s able to be both, a thought provoking wordsmith/missionary & bad ass rocker.

Ron’s album just dropped, so catch him on tour to buy the vinyl or cassette or simply download it HERE

iPhone clip of "Young Lady You're Scaring Me"



The title of the show could not be more appropriate. 

While I've only become a fan of her work in the last 10 years, this retrospective shows her output over some 40 years. Interestingly, the work I was most drawn to today were the early photorealist paintings ones from the 70's & her most recent images. The 70's ones show incredible skill, & I had no idea that she was making works such as the couple of floor studies I show below.

My normal posts of artworks show them in frames with a little wall showing too for scale, but these are all unframed, & I feel some work better here cropped to the edge. 

The 2 rooms with videos are truly mesmerizing, Pretty & Dirty. Its on till April & well worth a visit to the museum!

My shadow in her floor projection  

BLURRINGRadio # 69 "BEST of 2016"

As with the last five years of "Best of" shows, the name is simply a hook to get you in. Music, like all forms of art, is purely subjective and I feel like terms such as "best" or "worst" should not be applied to it. This is simply some of the music that has inspired me over the last 12 months.

In typical Blurring Radio fashion, it is an eclectic contemporary feast of indie and electronic things, some in the mainstream, and some more obscure, that I hope you will enjoy the discovery of 


Radiohead - Burn The Witch
Allah-Las - Could Be You
Beyond The Wizard's Sleeve - Diagram Girl
Bonobo (feat. Rhye) - Break Apart
David Bowie - Lazarus
Wall of Death - How Many Kinds
Shearwater - Filaments
Underworld - Ova Nova
Hælos - Earth Not Above
Kaytranada (feat. BADBADNOTGOOD) - Weight Off
Warpaint - New Song
Pional - The Way That You Like feat. Empress Of
Holy Fuck - Xed Eyes
Veils - Swimming with Crocodiles
James Blake - Radio Silence
Burial - Young Death
Ron Gallo - Young Lady, You're Scaring Me
Farao - Hunter
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Mr. Beat
Superhumanoids - Death Rattle
The Weekend (feat. Daft Punk) - I Feel It Coming
The XX- On Hold
GILA - Don't Chirp
Yeasayer - I Am Chemistry
Black Mountain - Constellations
Teleman - Tangerine
The Range - Regular
The National - Morning Dew
Massive Attack & Azekel - Ritual Spirit
Sampha - Blood On Me
Radiohead - The Numbers


Being a lover & collector of ephemera, it warms my heart to know there are others out there with the same obsessive gene. Old friend & New York DJ legend Stretch Armstrong, with partner Evan Auerbach have produced a book focusing on club flyers, "No Sleep : NYC Nightlife Flyers 1988-1999". When I learned about the the project, of course I was excited to see it, & that was before I learned that I was to be featured in it. Stretch came to my office & scanned flyers from my scrap books. Thrilled to be included in a publication along side such visual heroes of my own, such as HAZE & Haring



In previous years I’ve booked my flights & hotel weeks in advance of Art Basel and whats now called Miami Art Week.
However without Gary Pini, who I normally share a room with & who’d decided he wasn’t going, I couldn't decide if I wanted go or not.
Gary suggested I wait till the last minute & see if flights & hotels come down in price. They did! 
So Tues I booked for Wed 8.00am, for just 2 nights. Borrowing another leaf out of Gary’s life-plan-book, I build a tight list & schedule of fairs & events I wanted to see.

Night one I met up with & hung out with David Hershkovits & Brian Antoni, all of us were feeling the absence of Gary.
We all agreed that him not coming was the official notice that "the whole thing is over”.

As with last year one of the strongest exhibitions was the mega-show staged by Jeffrey Deitch & Larry Gagosian, this year curated by Diana Widmaier-Picasso, called “Desire”.
The show is a sexy thrill-ride between iconic works that I’ve only ever read about in books, or seen on screens, combined with a ton of great pieces, some by artists I’ve never heard of. They range in "heat" from simply pretty to straight-up porn.

Allen Jones. Having missed the giant retrospective of Jones in London & New York, super happy to see these in person.

Standing in front of The Brooke Shields photo that helped propel Richard Prince into the world of controversy, Brian introduced me to an old friend of his, Sandra, who told us the incredible story of her time in 1983 when she & a partner ran a gallery in the Lower East Side & showed two unknown, & un-sellable artists, Richard Prince & Jeff Koons. The very same Brooke Shields work below, (which in 2014 sold for close to $4,000,000) sat in the gallery window back then for months with no interest.

Richard Prince
Marilyn Minter
Hajime Sorayama. As a teen, I grew up horny & inspired by his Sexy Robots.
Andy Warhol

From there we grabbed some food & while waiting on our order, David & I jumped across the street to check out Primary Projects (PRIMARY) beautiful new space. 
I really dug Kelly Breez’s B&W pieces. A little reminiscent of classic Raymond Pettibon, or even R. Crumb but with a much younger stance. 
Kelly Breez
From dinner to the Rubell Collection family party, where I found two new names, at least to me, who’s works struck a chord.

Anee Imhof. These were a massive ten foot tall!
Cy Gavin. The figure in the second one is bigger than most people’s rooms!
The next day I braced myself for the miles & miles of galleries that make up the maze of Art Basel itself.
This year I tried to visit the few on my hit list before the art-burn-out-stare set in.
First on my list was Ratio3, who were showing a survey of one of my all time favorite painters, the late Margaret Kilgallen.
Margaret Kilgallen.

Then these new KAWS works caught my eye.
I’m the only one of my fellow old skool KAWS heads/collectors that likes these. Can't explain exactly why, but I do.
Titus Kaphar
Just as I was beginning to fade, my buddy Ronny asked if I was a fan of Sadie Benning. The name meant nothing to me & I said I don’t know her. We walked over to the gallery that had this yellow one & I fell in love. 
My final day I was hoping to hit both NADA & Untitled fairs but I ran late, due to having fun hanging-out with the Harpers Books crew in their suite. NADA was underwhelming to me so I went to have lunch with Paul Weston & his friends, & then I didn’t have time for Untitled, so mad dash to the airport. Guess there's always next year.