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We had two very successful showings of my film, The Ape, at the Laemmle Sunset 5 during the still-going-on Los Angeles Film Festival. The reviews are coming in using terms like 'quirky', 'visionary' and 'avant garde'. I made the film in hopes of illustrating my thoughts about mainstream society's take on art and artists and show the two sides at war with each other from within one man. I really just wanted an excuse to do pivotally emotional scenes of a film with some dude in a gorilla costume. It was good to finally be home and see my production crew again. Me, Justin, Marla, and my business partner Vince went for drinks after the premiere on Saturday and had a really good time. I like coming home to an easy knit of friends to just chill with after spending months working. It's a tough balance. I tend to complain about having too much idle time when I could be working, and once I'm working I long for the time off to be with the people I enjoy spending time with.
A week or so ago I had a really erotically charged dream about two men, my current lover and my most-recent former lover together. It wasn't all that sexually provocative. I recall both of them standing face to face, sizing one another up before their lips locked, chaste and apprehensive at first before easing into a deeper comfort. Arms slid around waists, bodies fallen onto plushly upholstered lounges as mouth acquiesced to mouth, tongue played delicately against tongue. I could see in their eyes that they recognized themselves in each other. Former intimidation was replaced by a peaceful respect, an innocent love that would and has held together a point of justice inside me since the thought crossed my faded, sleepy mind. A common ground for the two of them to meet was found in the simplest and most intimate of places: my heart. I've felt lighter on my feet since.
I think I may've given everyone something of a false alarm when I posted a note to myself to remember the 17th of July. Sorry. My deeply-invested interest in the arts is pretty obvious and in donating as much as I could to the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles, I've arranged a private opening for their upcoming Basquiat exhibition on July 17th. As a visual artist I've been influenced heavily by the work of Jean-Michel Basquiat and his work is something I want to share with my friends in hopes that they, too, will make whatever contribution they can to the museum. MoCA does excellent work in keeping contemporary art alive and breathing as our society gets more and more assimilationist and monotone. Any interested parties are welcome to attend, just let me know. Champagne and hors d'ouvre preferences are also appreciated.
I have to end this so I can have a post-post-post-LAFF meeting with Vince and Robyn and then go grocery shopping. Maybe one before the other or maybe simultaneously. This is chiefly informal and belated, but welcome back, tobey_maguire. JC, you owe me so hardcore. Michelle, I finally got the issue of Fuego with you on the cover and you make me happy to be alive. Hi Ashley, I should mention you too.
A week or so ago I had a really erotically charged dream about two men, my current lover and my most-recent former lover together. It wasn't all that sexually provocative. I recall both of them standing face to face, sizing one another up before their lips locked, chaste and apprehensive at first before easing into a deeper comfort. Arms slid around waists, bodies fallen onto plushly upholstered lounges as mouth acquiesced to mouth, tongue played delicately against tongue. I could see in their eyes that they recognized themselves in each other. Former intimidation was replaced by a peaceful respect, an innocent love that would and has held together a point of justice inside me since the thought crossed my faded, sleepy mind. A common ground for the two of them to meet was found in the simplest and most intimate of places: my heart. I've felt lighter on my feet since.
I think I may've given everyone something of a false alarm when I posted a note to myself to remember the 17th of July. Sorry. My deeply-invested interest in the arts is pretty obvious and in donating as much as I could to the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles, I've arranged a private opening for their upcoming Basquiat exhibition on July 17th. As a visual artist I've been influenced heavily by the work of Jean-Michel Basquiat and his work is something I want to share with my friends in hopes that they, too, will make whatever contribution they can to the museum. MoCA does excellent work in keeping contemporary art alive and breathing as our society gets more and more assimilationist and monotone. Any interested parties are welcome to attend, just let me know. Champagne and hors d'ouvre preferences are also appreciated.
I have to end this so I can have a post-post-post-LAFF meeting with Vince and Robyn and then go grocery shopping. Maybe one before the other or maybe simultaneously. This is chiefly informal and belated, but welcome back, tobey_maguire. JC, you owe me so hardcore. Michelle, I finally got the issue of Fuego with you on the cover and you make me happy to be alive. Hi Ashley, I should mention you too.