We’re taking it back to the Old School… Yeah baby Drink Land!!! Be there or be square.
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Some people can’t just let a guy live… (right cecil?)
The Aftermath of the Berlin video shoot was a Hefty hotel bill compounded by a $500 cleanup fee… In response to allegations of an all night bacchanal involving damage and destruction to the property I wrote this…
Downtown 81 is an urban fairy-tale set in New York that tracks a day in the life of a young artist named Jean (played by Jean-Michel Basquiat, then 19). In a Homeric, yet open ended styling, Jean has a rollercoaster ride of a day filled with different characters, obstacles and scenarios. Through the course of his odyssey Jean’s travels span Manhattan from the Upper East Side to the financial district, however most of his time is spent “Downtown” (SoHo,LES,Tribeca). The day is peppered with cameos, performances (notabley Kid Creole and the Coconuts) and locales that paint an amazing scene of downtown in 1981.
“Downtown” geographically is the brilliance of downtown 81. The film itself isn’t particularly good for films sake, but the documentation of the rugged and raw essence of what downtown once was makes this a must see for any creative or interested individual. The Dark alleys, pushers, streets, artists, squats, musicians, designers, models, clubs, graffiti… Downtown 81 feels authentic, like a real snapshot of an exciting and important time in Gotham history. Imagine all of this culture jammed into an 80 minute film set to a dope soundtrack and starring JMB…… exactly.
I had forgotten that once upon a time there was a elevated highway running along the lower west side until I saw the closing shot of Downtown 81, which made the entire film for me. We miss you.
HB: “I like her”
Sasha: Who?
HB: “The girl from Ohio”
S: Which one
HB: “You know the one, she kinda pale, has mad tattoos, lives in Bk”
S: Oh herrr… Yeah she’s a lame
HB: “What do you mean? She has all those amazingly colorful tattoos. How could she suck? The stars on her arms are AWESOME!! Look at that sleeve, trust me… You gotta be pretty cool to rock that.
Under the fluorescent lights, the collagen, botox, crows feet and wear were all evident. Shaky, self-conscious & unimportant. The night, like a soft filter transformed her from being a less than interesting specimen to a goddess. Like a Cereus, she came to life with the night. Imagining her existence in the day was actually preposterous. To her, this was day.
Photo: Omar P
If you want to do something memorable for fashion week, skip the Jane hotel, Rosebar, The Standard and all of the usual haunts and go to the International center of Photography to see Avedon Fashion 1944-2000. Blocks away from the tents and fabulousness of fashion week is the first ever museum exhibit dedicated to visionary fashion photographer Richard Avedon’s entire career in fashion.
