Category Archives: 80s

Mira Tibblin RIP

Paris is a magical city. Parisians boast about the French capitol as ‘La Ville-Lumière’ or City of Lights as much for its illumination as its well-deserved reputation for thought. I was lucky enough to have lived in Paris during the 80s. I learned the language, I ate the food, and I slept with the women. […]

Oh No No Sex

Witches were fearsome creatures in my youth. These wanton women consorted with Satan and their roaming succubi seduced the souls of pure men. Throughout the 70s and 80s I ran into their decadent descendants finally meeting Elena, a Spanish flamenco dancer. We lived together in my East Village apartment for several months. My bed became […]

F Is Not For Fake

My editor Adrian sent this photo from Christie’s in London. They want 50K Sterling for this scribbling by Karen Kilimnik. I worked the door of the Bains-Douches in that era of error. And I’m worthless. No commercial value no sell out – Pascha Ray But I do like her work.

The Language Of Thieves

Back in the 80s I lived on Ile St. Louis with a South African model. Her husband paid the rent. He lived in the South of France, where he had a clothing factory in Biot. Vanesse had lied to her husband and said that I was gay. “I have nothing against ‘gay’. Guy had fought […]

MEMORY LOSS by Peter Nolan Smith

The Catholic Church and other derivatives of the Judeo-Christian faith extol monogamy as the true state of man and woman, then explain sex through the mystery of the birds and bees. Actually my parents never lectured their children on that subject, although they spoke about the stork whenever a new brother or sister arrived unannounced […]