The Artist D

Authenticity Gone Missing

The problem is a lack of authenticity. But has there ever been any authenticity in the first place? Has there been anything new since the postmodernists? New age is old age. Since the new guard became the old guard. We have surpassed the neo-postmodernists and they didn’t even…
The Artist D

Self Mythology

I never really expected that I would get to be myself all of the time, every day. That goes along with my gender too. I think as a child I decided that I fully disagreed with everything my family told me I was. Since we were in total…
The Artist D

Until Some Other Time

During a red eye flight of a Lockheed L-1011 from Los Angeles International Airport to Boston Logan International Airport, the plane flies through a strange light, and most of the passengers and flight crew disappear, leaving behind only personal artifacts. Only those passengers who were asleep remain, and…
Valerie Renay

Valerie Renay Investigates The Shadows

Valerie Renay (half of Noblesse Oblige) is releasing her first solo album on September 7, co-produced by Alexander Paulick-Thiel (Kreidler). One of our favorite Berlin-based French Caribbean performers, painters, and electronic pop chanteuse, Valerie Renay, brings us Your Own Shadow. After initial help from producer Moses Schneider and…
The Artist D

To Sleep Perchance to Live

To have all the experiences that daily Waking Life restricts us from. To travel to places we cannot afford and that the society will not allow us. To love people we will never get the chance to love because they do not love us. To rekindle friendships with…
The Artist D

I Have a Reservation

Never be afraid to live your life alone. I swear to you that this may be one of the meanings of life. We emerge from the primordial goo all stuck together as a ball of molecules. We shape into humans. Alone as alone can be in this cosmic…
The Artist D

The Damnable Hum

And I hear the sounds of silence. That which is not silent at all. The rustle of the trees, dry and crisp in true Summer. The birds and creatures making little noises. But no hum. No damnable city-like hum. Only the sound of the truth. I’ve been driving…
The Artist D

Quentin Crisp and I in a Bunker

Last night I had a dream I was sharing an underground bunker with Quentin Crisp and a war was raging above us by two female armies. One faction was a Nazi-like army of women and the other was an Amazonian type. We were in the underground bunker which…
The Artist D, exec editor of Fourculture

A Legend In My Living Room

I knew legacy was false when I saw my grandparents die. Their legacies quickly swallowed up by the black hole of their deaths. I knew legacy meant nothing when Michael Jackson died and his image was sullied forever by his later deeds, overshadowing his younger body of work.…
The Artist D & Kira the Infamous

The Magic of the Gathering

Upon my arrival there was a skinny pale girl in blue latex walking a small fluffy dog. A tall plain hairy man with a robust pot belly ogled her from the escalators behind. All around the lobby vanilla people side-eyed and silently clucked at the peppering of dominatrices,…
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