Venus

Awhile back, I had the awesome experience of being shot by my friend Clayton Cubitt. This is what you look like after breast cancer treatment. Thanks so much to the incomparable Katie Wedlund for styling me.

InterrroClayton

This is a very cool idea: InterroClayton. Clayton Cubitt is selling his brain. One cell will cost you $1 $2. I did it. Try it. You might learn something.

Oh, Mickey

What's it like to model for Clayton Cubitt?

Awesome.

Here we are having fun at his studio in Brooklyn.

Follow him on Twitter. Love him on Instagram.

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Hey, homo

Nicky Da B - Go Loko (Official) from Clayton Cubitt on Vimeo.
One thing that's cool about the internet is that you can watch the arc of someone's career play out in real time.

Take, for example, Clayton Cubitt. A long time ago, he lived in a dreampod. And he took pictures of girls (sometimes in trouble). And he worked with meat. And then he die-d (Antwoord). 

Now, he's gone loko.

It's your career. Expanding and contracting. Rising and dipping. The internet where you leave the residue.

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You are no longer distinct

Hey! That's me. Back when I had a mohawk. Or maybe it was when I had a fauxhawk.

In any case, please go read photographer Clayton Cubitt's latest phototreatise. It's a fascinating evaluation of how photography has transformed time. Fall into his dark worm hole.

"What if every phone in every pocket had this technology, and you could consent to have your presence 'photographed' from anywhere on Earth at any time, by sharing your own connection with another artist, and vice versa? Imagine Errol Morris' 'Interrotron' in hyper-realistic 3D, from all angles, at all times. What if a future decentralized social networking platform allowed everyone to connect their capture node, for the use of any other artist, or just a chosen circle of friends? We already use Google Street View for location scouting. What if it enabled us to change to any angle and scrub back and forth in time as well, and from any 'open' node near it, side to side, and from drones above, not just from a single Google car that passed by once?

This is the Constant Moment. This is as close to a time machine as we're likely to get."

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Clayton Cubitt is always on

My pal photographer Clayton Cubitt has launched a new art magazine/blog. It is very cool. He's famous for, among other things, creating the Hysterical Literature series, seen above.

What began for me in the placental alchemical gloom of darkrooms, the whir of enlarger fans, the cascade of water washing over silver halide prints, has, with the revelatory chime of a computer booting up, evolved into the blue under-lit glow of distributed LCDs, the whir of RAID cooling fans, and the cascade of message notifications from social media. 

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Stoyaville

My friend Clayton Cubitt, the artist Molly Crabapple, and superpornstar Stoya are conspiring on an upcoming project: Stoyaville.

Please check it out.

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Meaty

A photo by Clayton Cubitt over my red sofa.

The girl in the fur shrug

Siege's Die Antwoord cover. So very awesome! Here.

I haz shower

A few weeks ago, when I was in NYC, photographer and friend Clayton Cubitt, aka Siege, took some photographs of me. We took them in the beautiful red bathroom of his bento box-esque apartment in Williamsburg.

We've known each other for years, but he hadn't taken photos of me previously, except for some B&W documentation of a group trek from Chinatown to "Avatar" on Christmas. As you can see, I am tall.

And this is me shooting him.

We did a few different ones, including these, me behind the shower curtain that looks like that stuff you drive through in a car wash, and several in which I was attempting to pull the skin off my face a la "Brazil."

Later, he had me stand in the living room and shake my head back and forth really fast, which he called "shaky-face." If I ever run for public office, he can use those to blackmail me. As I noted when I saw them, they look like I'm a recent arrival to a mental institution, and I won't sit still for my check-in pic.

I like this one the best because I look like I'm looking into the red-hot future of the internet, and I have no idea what I'm looking at, but I'm thinking it's pretty sexy.

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Thanks, Siege.

Hey, fuck you

This is a photograph I took of myself and my friend, photographer Siege, in Brooklyn on my last night in New York. I'm the girl one skulking around in the background, and Siege is the boy one making an obscene gesture in the mirror. In case you weren't clear.

Mr. Siege lives in an apartment in Williamsburg that is one of the coolest apartments I've ever seen. It's like a human bento box, and you are the sushi. Every time I go out there, I suggest they adopt me. This time, I offered to sleep on a cot in the kitchen, but Siege said the morning light coming through the windows would wake me. I guess that's a no.

We took pictures in the bathroom because the bathroom in this pad is my favorite room. All blood red tile and silver sinks and a shower like a car wash. It's a sexy beast.

Taking pictures of Siege was horrible and embarrassing, like if you were forced to write a sentence in front of Faulkner or something. You think you bring something to the table? Ha-ha. No. You do not.

I ended up hanging around by the toilet while Siege made this lewd gesture, and there you have it. Next time, I'll either try and be more confident, or maybe I'll just take pictures of people who don't know how to take photographs.

Chinatown

Me and Katie full of Vietnamese in Chinatown, NYC, Christmas Day, 2009, by Clayton Cubitt.

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After that, we trekked uptown and watched "Avatar" in 3D with our super-cool shades.