(Brunette with Cat, drawing, 2011)
(Gad/Madonna/Pin-up with Cat drawing, collage, 2011)
About Simone Gad: Born in Brussels, Belgium. Lives and works in Los Angeles and Brussels. Represented by L2kontemporary Gallery in Chinatown, Los Angeles. Collectors include Elton John, Madonna, Cher, and Diana Ross. Actress, performance artist, visual artist.
Eric Minh Swenson shot a wonderful short with Gad earlier this year. It’s on the Huffington Post site and will give you lots of insight into the mind of Gad. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/eric-minh-swenson/simone-gads-personal-holo_b_4505121.html
You can see more of her provocative work here: http://santamonica.bgartdealings.com/
Self-portrait with Sam, 2001. Brandy Eve Allen.
About Brandy Eve Allen: I grew up in NYC and LA while also having spent time in Torino, Italy. All of these cities have played a part in my photography, whether it be aesthetics, the relationships I experience or my own personal exploration. I like to shoot what I know and what I’m trying to figure out whether it be with others or with myself. There’s a focus on intimacy, authenticity and a sense of isolation… along with a glimmer of hope from time to time. I shoot with film and process everything in my kitchen.
See more of her work here: http://brandyevephotography.com/
About Ed Valfre: Ed Valfre is a photographer / musician and the author of two children’s books, Backseat Buckaroo and Vacationers From Outer Space. He has exhibited his photographs in Los Angeles, Bologna and Rome. He currently resides in Los Angeles, or possibly in an alternate dimension.
Find more of his stories and photography and music here: http://www.edvalfresdreamland.com/
Or follow him on Facebook here: http://on.fb.me/1frMs66
Her Name (by Guy Capecelatro III)
Elise is afraid of the sound of her own name. She’s only been here two months and this morning, on the bus, she thought she heard it called from a car passing. When she turned, a man’s head, black scraggily hair, darted back inside. Of course it wasn’t him but maybe it was someone they once knew. Or were they calling some other name. Lisa perhaps.
“Elise,” she says under her breath, “Lisa, Elise. Lisa.” Could they even see into the bus with the morning sun all glaring across the glass?
She has moved three times this past year. Elise fears the phone and mail. Friendly faces, routine. She thinks of all the things that frighten her as she sweeps the recently shorn red hair into a pile. The peroxide starts to tingle then burn at her scalp. Elise carefully lines the ends up on the bathroom floor then gathers it all in her hand and ties a thin, brown thread around the end. She tapes it to the mirror then steps into the shower.
“Elise,” she says. “Elise.”
"If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes."
— William S. Burroughs
"When I desire you a part of me is gone…"
— Anne Carson
"I did not always want to listen to my young husband speak. His voice, I thought, was flat and had no music—and neither did mine, which was reason enough to be quiet. On buses, in taxis, I often put my finger to my lips. After the theater, with the accents in our ears, it was best to be quiet."
— Christine Schutt, Young