New York Montage: Intro and Stills. Introductory montage from Those New York ’Nineties. (18’02”)
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Reality 1. A brief Manhattan roofscape shoot at dawn—a sweet little whim suggested by my friend Edward Vilga because he had an unused fragment of old Super-8 film that he felt it would be a shame to leave unexposed. So up that stairwell we headed at a painfully early hour of the morning, to his Soho rooftop above Sixth Avenue. Those classic rooftop water-tank silhouettes in the distance, on soft-toned black-and-white celluloid… (36”)
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Reality 8. In the Times Square dusk, shot by Wayne: just wandering the streets and the subways that feel like the Centre of the World. (2’21”)
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Reality 32. “Mallucinations”—me processed and reprocessed on screen, through the inspired creativity and unfailingly generous labours of my dear friend Mal, by means of an arcane and unrepeatably Malefic conjuration of analogue data cables that coiled like alien spaghetti behind the TV set at 400 East Ninth Street above the south-east corner of First Avenue, all dusted with that fine seasoning of dead roaches and stray nickels and lost crumbs of controlled substances that always accumulate on wooden floors behind TVs in old East Village apartments, however often one may flit about with the feather-duster and one’s little hoover-nozzle for just such awkward corners… (3’59”)
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Reality 12. At the Perry Street apartment, including Mal’s Welsh-hat-and-flying-penis routine—always a hit at weddings, funerals and bar mitzvahs. (2’05”)
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Reality 15. A party, a “flesh”-coloured plaster, and arrangements of hands. (2’05”)
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Reality 17. My first New York home, 49 West Eleventh Street, the smallest apartment in Manhattan. (45”)
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Reality 4. In the multitudes at Pride parade: Fifth Avenue, World Trade Center, West Side piers. (2’02”)
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Reality 2. Four of us out in the Greenwich Village night. (55”)
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Reality 28. Kim, Wayne and I, as silent screens for projections of my paintings. (1’27”)
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Reality 35. Video re-videoed. (24”)
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Reality 18. Happiness to the sound of Malcolm McLaren’s Fans, mirrors, late-night fire and Cocteau Twins. (2’15”)
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Reality 30. Samantha Peterson making a great job of my Angeldemonfish tattoo design (still swimming there on the right arm), shot by Mal. (2’53”)
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Reality 20. Marijuana and acrobatics on a night-time verandah upstate. (29”)
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Reality 13. Returning from the night streets, and bare-assed in the courtyard. (29”)
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Reality 23. Antics to the music of Foetus; Ikon interviews; and a spontaneous rap from me. (9’02”)
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Reality 25. A party at my second apartment, 126 East Fourth Street, with DJing by Mal and a very early appearance by Cradeaux. (54”)
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Reality 9. Out in Greenwich Village, goofing around on Christopher Street. (41”)
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Reality 14. A spontaneous performance comprising equal parts ham and cheese, involving lip-syncs, smoke, light-projections and undoubtedly alcohol or grass all around, shot by whoever was still sober enough to hold the camera—silly fun times and many golden happy memories of Mal and Kim’s apartment, 99 Perry Street, between Bleecker and Hudson, Greenwich Village. (22”)
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Reality 3. Just the back courtyard at Perry Street, shot by Mal, with the sounds of falling rain, thunder and those familiar New York police-car sirens wailing in the distance: nothing more and nothing less. (14”)
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Reality 7 & 5. Nearing Manhattan on the Long Island Rail Road. Most people I knew would have seen this train’s journey in three easy categories, if they’d thought about it at all: (1) its origin in obscure and deathly Long Island suburbs where people’s grandmothers lived; (2) its trundle through Queens, which was of course one of NYC’s five boroughs and therefore technically in the First World, but still a huge suburbia in many ways, let’s admit it (and on the few times they’d been there for the occasional party, most of the streets were called by some ridiculously confusing number system lacking any reliable street-grid); and finally (3) a wake-up during the downbeat glamour of this industrial waterfront section of Queens near the East River (shot by Wayne), all leading up to arrival in the place where life can finally begin, on that island with the skyscrapers … you know the one. (1’08”)
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Reality 31. Me modelling “X’ray V’zyn” fashion designs by Tania Sterl, then “Space Girl” fashion designs by Pamela Thompson, on the catwalk with various reprobates at Alternative Fashion Week, shot in Webster Hall by hands unknown. (2’30”)
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Reality 16. Planning the Voguing Egyptian Boys tattoo, and discussing pecs in the hallway. (1’07”)
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Reality 29. Tattoo artist Samantha Peterson in Chelsea, making a great job of my Voguing Egyptian Boys design (still looking nicely crisp-edged on the left arm there), shot by Wayne: two silhouetted boys in profile, as from the tomb-walls of an Egyptian pharaoh’s catamite, in mirror-image of each other; self-portraits, of course… (1’22”)
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Reality 11. A sensitive performance, or perhaps just a bit of a meal, comprising the eating of an apple, probably because I’d just realised I forgotten to eat anything for a day or two—an unplanned little camera jaunt with my friend Koji when I visited him in Greenpoint. Faded Brooklyn streets and abandoned buildings in nearby McCarren Park, and by the look of it a hang-over. (2’11”)
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Reality 10. In the strobe-lights at a nightclub party called NyLon, shot by Mal. (22”)
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Reality 22. Oops—trashed on the cooking-sherry already, re-videoed on Perry Street yet again and reciting Coleridge into the face of the darkness (and it was only 11 in the morning). (1’19”)
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Reality 24. Channelling odd characters for a moment, during an unrepeated wander into a small bare room in a briefly vacant apartment above Mal the cameraman’s. (1’32”)
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Reality 36. It’s finished—wisp of an end-piece for Reality. (07”)
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