My Other Me

Apparently, half of me is wheatpasted on city streets throughout L.A., New York, and San Francisco. I had a little surreal moment the other day in my friend Andrew’s car– we were on our way home from getting man-icures in Beverly Hills (more on that later), when I gazed out the window upon these strange, strange ads. “Oh, it’s me,” I said. My Lacanian mirror stage in the marketing world.

It’s a trendy viral marketing campaign for the 2009 Toyota Matrix, where I guess the idea is you’re supposed to buy a new car that will enable you to explore your dark, edgy side– my own dark side, apparently, is a furry. The website, yourotheryou.com, is a bizarre game that allows you to play an interactive prank on a friend. You give them a bunch of personal information about someone you know, and they end up getting creepy phone calls for five days. It’s kind of like a web 2.0 version of The Game, but it just wants to sell you a car. I’m currently playing this automated prank on one of my friends, so I’ll report back on what happens.

7 comments | Work | posted on February 29, 2008 at 8:05 am
Christopher Schulz and His Subversively Simple Erotic Magazine, Pinups

Pinups is a minimalist porn rag. There are no punny headlines on its cover; no steamy advice columns, fluff interviews, or smutty cartoons to be found inside. Each wordless page of the magazine makes up one abstract fraction of a fragmented image. Readers (viewers?) have the implied choice of either appreciating Pinups as an objet d’art in its original form, or taking the pages out of their binding and reconstructing the original image as– you guessed it– a giant (5′8″ by 2′7″) pin-up.

It’s so deceptively simple at first glance that you probably won’t notice Pinups is a quiet revolution. For decades, there have been magazines celebrating the sex appeal of men outside the mainstream gay physical ideal, through sub-culture publications like Bear, 100% Beef, and most recently the ultra-hip Butt magazine. The idea of hirsute, chubby, or bearded men being attractive is nothing new– but Pinups is unique in presenting its subjects as plainly erotic, without the trappings that come along with qualifying them (or the magazine itself) as “bear,” or “leather,” or even “gay”.

Like the blown-up images on its pages, Pinups blows up the very idea of a centerfold, making the image’s simple declaration about its subject more important than the trivializing cultural politics of ordinary gay publications. The models are neither exoticized nor fetishized– there’s no Other-ness in sight. “This guy is hot,” is all Pinups seems to say, and that’s something rather new.


“I didn’t feel like I needed to [use labels],” says Christopher Schulz, the 26-year-old mind behind Pinups. “It’s for anybody who’s interested it–I wouldn’t want to limit it. It’s a pretty particular group of people who are interested it, and it is a gay magazine–but it’s only gay because I make it and I’m gay, and the people that are in it are gay, and most of the people who look at it are gay.”

Schulz has been publishing Pinups through a Brooklyn mom-and-pop print shop since April of last year. Currently preparing for the fifth issue’s release (March 9th), he has recently upgraded to a full-service zine publisher. He’s also mixing up the layout by throwing in bonus single-page photos between the abstract puzzle-piece pages. The origami-esque complexity and erotic content of Pinups stands in stark contrast to Schulz’s day job as graphic designer for the website of a children’s book publisher (recalling shades of my favorite Swedish porn-funkster/award-winning children’s artist, Tom Zacharias).

Schulz’s aesthetic is a carefully cultivated one: his Myspace page lists Fassbinder, Yoko Ono, and Dutch design firm Experimental Jetset as a few of his heroes. I thought there might be some connection between his work and the art-porn films of 70’s filmmaker Fred Halsted, but it turned out to be still photography and magazines from that decade that inspired him to create Pinups. “Like After Dark, which is not a porn– but it’s kind of a great magazine,” he told me. “It was out of New York in the 70s. There were articles about actors, and it was very gay–but it never really proclaimed to be gay.”

Peter Saville’s album covers are another important point of reference for Schulz– especially the immortal design for Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures (which, he says, “doesn’t work as well on a t-shirt”). As much as he may appreciate Joy Division, however, Schulz had no desire to watch Anton Corbijn’s recent Ian Curtis biopic, Control. “I did not see that movie. I heard that he’s wearing American Apparel underwear in one scene, and that really upset me. That really pisses me off. Cause I go out of my way to eliminate those sort of references–obviously, the models that I use have certain piercings or tattoos that are sort of giveaways that it’s a contemporary photo, but come on… you’re doing a period-specific film that takes place in the late 70s–and you’re wearing American Apparel? Just not cool.”

It’s hard to argue that the formerly chic retro-influenced basics brand hasn’t become oversaturated to the point of self-parody. “The interesting thing is, I kind of like the aesthetic of American Apparel,” says Schulz, “Because the aesthetic of American Apparel is vintage– stripping it down, removing the label. But at the same time they’re kind of killing the original looks because what ends up happening is that people end up associating the look so strongly with American Apparel, you can’t wear anything like that without someone thinking you’re wearing American Apparel.”

We’re not just going off on fashion-related tangents here, I’m pretty sure. It all has to do with an important gray area in contemporary life: the space between feeling connected to a sub-cultural community and losing your identity within said community. It’s a fence that many of us attempt to straddle– whether it’s sharing discerning aesthetic and cultural tastes with like-minded young people and not falling into the trappings of the “hipster” label (for instance, by dressing like you work at American Apparel), or publishing a magazine that celebrates the hotness of naked husky dudes without being relocated to the conceptual gay (or bear) ghetto.

Pinups is “post-gay,” but not in the same way as twat pop singer Mika thinks he is. Mika uses similar arguments about the problems with labels to justify his cowardly closetedness. Mika is stuck in the ambiguous, needlessly deceptive 70’s world of After Dark. Pinups lifts cues from that world’s coy nonchalance, but transcends the undercurrent of fear that went along with it. Pinups comes from the world of Wong Kar Wai’s Happy Together and Fassbinder’s Fox and His Friends, where gayness is just one more detail in the bigger picture.

The magazine reflects a generational shift in gay history. Take, for instance, Schulz’s own coming out process: “I didn’t really come out,” he says. “I had all these things going on where I could just act naturally and not have to come out cause I feel like everyone just knew I was gay, and I just started talking about guys that were hot. There was never a moment of coming out– just like no one comes out when they’re straight. I went to an art high school, and I was around it a lot when I was younger. Some of my teachers were gay, and I never really had to struggle with those issues.” Clearly, not all adolescents have such an easy time coming to terms with their sexuality (a sad reality we’re reminded of by the tragic murder of 15-year-old Lawrence King), but for many kids today, coming out is easier than it ever has been. It’s a generation of anti-coming out narratives.

Being “post-gay” means living in that aforementioned gray area: fall too far on one side of the spectrum and risk losing yourself– fall on the other side and risk losing genuine connections to the past and other people. It’s like the struggle of finding a balance between sex columnist Dan Savage and AIDS activist Larry Kramer, who in his 2004 speech, “The Tragedy of Today’s Gays,” scolded:

You condemn your predecessors to nonexistence and flounder into a future that you seem unable to fashion into anything you can hold on to that gives you emotional sustenance. You refuse to be part of any community. But if you don’t have any community, you have no political strength. You are too busy denying and disassociating to know that. You do not seem able, it seems to me, to fashion your future. To discover what you want. You don’t even ask what you want. You don’t even ask what you need. Your needs are as mighty as needs always have been, but you don’t ask what they are, which amazes me.

Conversely, from a 2003 interview with Dan Savage:

There is no such thing as the gay community. The only people who yammer on about the gay community are the gay thought police. They believe that gay community means that we are under siege; we have to pretend to agree with each other and battle the heterosexuals. That is not the reality of the majority of gay people’s lives.

We’re regular people and we are not waiting for marching orders from the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. The people who invariably go on about what their gay community thinks and how someone may make the gay community look bad are rainbow flag waving dumbasses who live in hermetically sealed little gay neighborhoods. They are really anachronisms and throwbacks to pre-Stonewall gay life where you lived on a sort of precipice. No gay people I know live that way anymore.

Pinups finds an uncompromising ideological balance in the simplicity of its signs and signals. It’s a genuine liberation. “I think [gay culture] still has importance,” says Schulz, “when people feel really connected. I don’t think community should be broken down… but at the same time, I don’t think that a magazine needs to necessarily say what it’s for, because I think that it’s fairly obvious. I like that there are gay magazines out there, and Pinups is one of them.” It’s as natural as that.

11 comments | Art, Interviews | posted on February 23, 2008 at 6:49 pm
So L.A.


I don’t mean to be a showboat here, cause I really do have a strong sense of humility, I swear. But my life has been taking so many strange turns, I feel the need to plainly state them for the record– cause sometimes, the world is a little more absurd than you expect. So here’s a brief list of some sorta ridiculous things that have happened this week:

1. I went on an audition to play Mariah Carey’s boyfriend, in her new Brett Ratner-directed music video.
2. Bill Gates gave me $900.
3. I got invited to Paris Hilton’s birthday party.
4. I got paid to take pictures of naked men simulating sex.

In regards to the naked men having fake-sex, it was classier than it sounds. For one thing, they were wearing crotch-socks. I’m currently working as a still photographer on my friend Dave’s independent feature, Pornography: A Thriller– a multi-layered supernatural mystery revolving around a fictitious early-90s gay porn film. Naturally, they had to shoot footage for the film-inside-the-film, and I had to take pictures documenting that.

Of course, I took a million other pictures on set of more modest going-ons, too, and here are a few of those:

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6 comments | Life, Los Angeles, Photo | posted on February 10, 2008 at 9:30 pm
Podcast #14: Tape Safari 2


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The most popular guest-DJ duo in Future Shipwreck history is back with another installment of their renowned Tape Safari podcast! Separated by the great North American continent, no one had thought Mimi Zora– now a bona fide New Yorker– would ever return to the tropics of L.A. to unite with Aleeza Marashlian on another perilous trek through the unmapped pop culture jungle. Against all odds, the girls present to us now a triumphant new set of tunes, rescued from the callous and cold trash-heap of history.

When we last met with our courageous heroines, they had victoriously hunted through cluttered thrift stores to bring us all-but-forgotten tunes from Finnish politicians, pop chart stars of Kellogg’s Pop-Tarts, Brian Wilson, and at least one mystery keytarist. This time, we delve even deeper down the rabbit hole:

TSII was born 1/12/08 at Berda Paradise.

It was made with love.

And a dash of a a song that might be about Passover (Track 5, Hooters).

A pinch of a track about Super Nintendo (Track 3, Tobin Mori).

A fistful of great finds, like a tribute to a dead San Diego girl (Track 6, Jonathan Richman) and cable knit sweaters under suspenders (Track 2, Haircut 100).

And a feast of sense memory (Track 4, Manfred Mann’s Earth Band): YOU are running through subway sewers à la Metro, training for a tough-as-nails BMX rally; racing white stallions over hurdles as two country kids chewing hay look on; going head to head with a steam train; working at a busy pizza parlor, carrying hot pizza to the inside tables on your bike; your nemesis with a fancy new bike is good, real good–you’re about to throw in the towel–but then, you win a dance contest. That’s right. YEAH!

(Berda Paradise benefits the Hollywood free clinic, which supports love.)

After the jump, check out the complete track listing for Tape Safari II, plus some amazing excerpts of artwork the girls came across on their quest through the land of castaway cassettes!

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4 comments | Podcast | posted on February 8, 2008 at 9:50 pm
Karen and Jeff, Lost in Space
I wish there was a video for the ELO song “Yours Truly, 2095,” to help me illustrate my point. But the one below, for “The Diary of Horace Wimp,” will stand in just fine. I have a hypothesis to relay: Karen Carpenter and Jeff Lynne are cosmic lovers that will be reunited in 87 years with a galactic collision that will either take humanity to its next stage of evolution, or destroy the universe.

Supporting Evidence:

1. The album Time by ELO. A futuristic sci-fi concept album which tells the (true?) story of a hero (Jeff Lynne) who is taken to the future (2095) but longs to return to his ancient lover– an ethereal vixen who remains trapped in the golden age of 1981 (”Remember the good old nineteen-eighties / when things were so uncomplicated!”). In the future, he is provided with a robot that appears identical to his former lover in many ways, but ultimately cannot provide the same lovin’, as she is in fact a soulless IBM. See also: Wong Kar Wai’s 2046.

2. The Carpenters’ 1977 cover of Canadian prog-rock group Klaatu’s desperate cry for interplanetary contact, “Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft” (see video above). The video says it all: Karen, floating through space on a grand piano, pleads the aliens to take her. If 160 musicians and the soul-piercing gaze of Ms. Carpenter can’t cut through the depths of space to reach our anti-adversary interstellar buddies– then what can?

3. Karen’s highly mysterious death in 1983 from “irregular heartbeats” at the age of only 32. How a young, vibrant star like Karen could have died so unexpectedly remains one of pop culture’s great mysteries, along with the still unresolved murder cases of Biggie and 2Pac. How come they never found the body? It’s because she’s still up there somewhere, on the spaceship ELO. She’s waiting for Jeff Lynne to meet up with her in the year 2095, where he’ll unfortunately mistake her for a robot, and set forth a tragic 4th dimensional feedback loop that holds the potential to obliterate the Universe. See also: Richard Kelly’s Southland Tales.

Our only hope for salvation is for Jeff Lynne to accidentally impregnate the robot, and allow the foetus to come to fruition (whether that will happen depends upon the cryptic, also unsolved meaning of ELO’s “Livin’ Thing“), creating a Star-Child that, according to Mayan calendar prophecies, will save humanity.

See Also:
+ Karen Carpenter’s House
+ Superstar

1 comment | Music, Video | posted on February 2, 2008 at 9:32 am