Monday, December 31, 2007

Goodbye, cruel year …


We rang in the holidays watching the “Rockettes Christmas Extravaganza”. I don’t know how I went this long without cultivating a love/hate relationship with the Rockettes. It was everything you’d want it to be –toe-tapping family-orientated sex, bright lights, with a little religion thrown in to round it off. The first number, when they came out as reindeer, with those long reindeer-legs gyrating just for me, I knew it was going to be a good show. During the Santa number I had something of an epiphany. Santa was explaining how he could be in so many places at once. It started out as one Santa, and with the use of cleverly hidden partitions on the stage that one Santa pulled out a 2nd from nowhere, and those two multiplied into four, etc, until there was a whole chorus line of them. Rockettes dressed as Santas everywhere, singing and dancing. Whoever orchestrated this is a goddamn bonafide genius. I can’t remember what my epiphany was, but it felt pretty earth shattering at the time.
We had a wedding party at Yoshi’s and are having another one at none other than Anarchy Pony’s house in a few days (we're serving 'whore pasta'). It turns out she owns half of Brooklyn and saw a rapper’s bodyguard shot dead outside her door. How cool is that? We have one more wedding party in Hong Kong on Feb 27, 2008; and then I think the “Wedding Tour” must sadly end, and make way for some other gimmick.
New Year’s eve will be spent at what might now be the greatest show on earth – Gogol Bordello. Good goddamn. I hope the new year crushes me in the sheer magnitude of its magnificence. 2008, ‘bring it on’ (George Bush II, what a fucking asshole).

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I don't know whether I'm coming or going


I drew this for my good friend (don’t actually know her) Shannon, but I don't think it's appropriate. I didn’t have any model so I used some pornography that had struck me as interesting to draw for some reason. I need to pack and fly to America though as I’m leaving in a few hours. It’s that horrible clash of stark reality and indirect reality that keeps dogging me recently. I need to choose which socks to pack and copy over some new Twins songs to my mp3 player. Is this my life? It feels odd.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

All work and no play


I had to stay up till 5:30am folding brochures because of some production mistake. I amused myself by watching Twins music videos and about 6 episodes of “My Name is Earl”. I think that affected my 2 hours sleep because I dreamed in American. Somebody in a library in my dream called me a “butt hole”. Nothing personal, they didn’t know me; they were just directing it to a faceless customer, who happened to be me. That made me a little annoyed when I woke up. I mean, who the hell do they think they are? It’s my dream.
Work was busy. It’s now 4am. I really should be in bed, I need to get organised to fly back to NY on Sunday, but my assistant got us Santa hats today, so I just had to draw, just a little.
I hadn’t had a chance to have an orgasm for days. I finally stole some time to myself, and for one moment, in the darkness of my fevered mind, I remembered all the beauty of humanity that got buried in the last couple of weeks.
Must sleep now and get back to inhumanity tomorrow.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Ring it in


The 2008 Wrong design calendar is finally designed and has been sent to print. If you want a copy let me know. If I have your mailing address already, you're getting one anyway even if you don't want it!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

The Twins effect


I feel it is time I introduced some of my idols.
I would like to start with Twins. Twins are a Hong Kong pop duo who make mindless pop tunes and bland movies and are the cash cows for and aggressive and downright scary multimedia conglomerate called “Empire Entertainment Group” (EEG) who ‘own’ a lot of the major HK stars plus a variety of businesses.
I, like the rest of Hong Kong, love Twins. I, like the rest of Hong Kong, can’t decide which of them is better for me. I’ve always had the gut feeling that Ah Giu (Gillian Chung – B&W photo) was better for me, yet I would somehow end up with Ah Sa (Charlene Choi – colour photo).
I never really liked them, until one day I was on a plane and saw a movie starring Ah Sa, and in the movie she was a pretentious little teenager trying to seduce a staid lawyer, and when I saw her naked shoulders and back I realized how great Twins really are. From then, I always thought Ah Sa was the cuter of the two, and Ah Giu was a little boring-looking, till I invited myself to a Biotherm press-launch they were appearing in.
My friend told me they would be doing the event, so I thought it would be amusing to show up and pretend I was a magazine photographer and see what would happen. I ended up spending about 6 hours photographing them.
I took the photos here, plus about 800 others. Ah Sa (colour), who was so beautiful in the movies, looked the same in every photo, and seemed lost during the whole, disturbing ordeal. Ah Giu (B&W), who I thought was so plain before, turned out to be so enchanting in person, and so amazingly photogenic and beautiful.
The day really was odd. They showed up about an hour late. It’s really tiring to jostle for an hour in a contained crowd of about 40 photographers, each trying to hold their own precious spot. The photographers were getting restless. Unlike me, they were there for a genuine job, and they had other genuine jobs to get to afterwards, so the delay was really screwing up their schedule. Then I chanced to see Twins’ schedule, and I realized for the first time what a job it was. They had appearances all day, combined with video shoots, training, etc etc. This may not seem like a hard job when you imagine it, but when I saw it in front of me it was kind of shocking.
We were in a restaurant that had been hired for the day for this product launch. There was a makeshift stage set up with the Biotherm logo plastered all over it. There was a section directly in front of the stage for the press. There was a section to the left reserved for more formal studio shots. Next to this was a table reserved for spoken interviews. To the right was an area for the staff involved to wait, and behind this was closed off – for make-up and various behind-the-scenes activities. Behind the press was a long no-mans-land, and beyond that, near the entrance, was a long line of specially invited fans.
There was a not very inspired intro act involving cute children and two MCs, just to warm us up and remind us of how great Biotherm is. Then, finally, Twins appeared. I, and the rest of the press gang, launched in will full gusto; then the crowd of fans joined in, screaming things like “I love you” and “beautiful girl” in Cantonese. It was creepy. The girls looked up and waved sheepishly at the fans. They knew as well as I did that the fans didn’t really “love” them. The fans didn’t even know them. Suddenly, I wished I wasn’t a part of this.
The next couple of hours was a pretty well-rehearsed set of events, mixed with photo opportunities, where Twins introduced the wonders of Biotherm, which included a cute act where they applied make-up to each other, and a lucky draw where one of the press guys won a big bag of Biotherm products. These guys are real pros, I thought, as I shot away, full of beans like a rabid dingo let loose on a chicken farm during a full moon.
Afterwards, they did the professional shoot. I think anyone who asked got to shoot them with proper studio lights in a sectioned-off area, but I’d stretched my luck so far, and tricked and lied to so many people’s faces I thought it would be best not to get involved in this. I stuck around though while most reporters left, and made it to the interview section, where I could even walk up to them and touch them if I wanted to. I didn’t, of course. They made eye contact with me a few times. In my fevered imagination I assumed they were fascinated and gradually falling in love with this exotic stranger, but in reality I must assume they were just wondering why there was a white man there. At one moment I imagined I read their mind, and they said “he was sent on a job, but doesn’t know who we are, and doesn’t care, but that is okay, because none of the others care either, and neither should I.”

Soon after this experience, the tabloids reported that Ah Giu (B&W) was dating a famous local swimmer-turned-pop-star. My friend told me that it was just a publicity exercise though, and it turned out to be true, because later that week I had a dream I went to a party, and Twins showed up, and Ah Giu told me in person that the relationship wasn’t real. In telling me, she was also indirectly saying that she was single, and might be interested in me.

So, that is it. Today, I bought 3 Twins albums. They are great. They come in big boxes full of photos and coupons and samples of products that Twins sponsor, plus extra things like Twins towels, karaoke bar photo frames and Pot-Noodles rulers. I adore them unreservedly. I just wish the music wasn’t so mainstream.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Fast awake, wide asleep


I’ve been dreaming so much lately. I’ve been going to bed with a happy anticipation of seeing brand new friends ‘again’. Memories of these dreams are intertwined with memories of real-life events. Waking is much the same. I don’t know where I am anymore. I don’t know who I am. Is that bad?

Friday, December 07, 2007

Apply yourself


I don't see the news much when I travel. It's always kind of fun to look at the news after a break of a few days. I see another spoilt young American has committed mass murder.
I could never figure out why they kill so few people though. I'm sure it's pretty easy to kill at least 50 people if you have enough ammunition before someone kills you back, and if you plan it carefully you should be able to get a few hundred easily.
Eight people? I could have done that with a hammer and still had time to steal their wallets.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Precious Sight


Saturday morning, me and Baby were on Delancey Street and I noticed an attractive building with a huge arched window and what looked like a bar with thousands of bottles behind it, and god himself leant down from heaven and said “Dominic, remember this building, it is very, very special”.
6:30pm, on the subway, I was flipping through a Village Voice and saw Richard Hawley was playing at 7:30pm at the Bowery Ballroom. We rushed, rushed, rushed; my heart thumping with fear at the thought of seeing my idol. When we arrived, it was the same building god had shown me earlier. We got tickets and my fear subsided.
That night, the music swayed and roared out of His vicious soul, along the floorboards, up the wall, onto the balcony and deep into my own vicious soul.What a guy.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Old NY

I’m in old lady Manhattan now. On the 2nd leg of my flight here, South Korea to NY, I sat next to a child. Very cute, when she sat her extended legs just reached the end of the seat. Children are just like people, but smaller. I think because they have all that joie de vivre and pathos normal people have, wrapped up into that small space of their bodies, it comes out in little explosions rather than steady streams. She kicked me a lot while she was sleeping, and stepped on me and took my empty dishes to play with, she hooped and hollered when something funny happened on her cartoon and she had one brief crying fit, but it wasn’t annoying at all. I think if people are good natured then it doesn’t bother you.
I slept most of the flight, which is unusual. I didn’t even get around to playing ‘If you had to choose just one flight attendant…’

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No chance to draw sadly. I've scanned old pictures of cats I drew after my hero Toulouse Lautrec.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Forget the oxygen


This weekend, an eight year old girl opened her conversation to me with, “Do you know how it is that most of us are probably going to die eventually?”
“Well, probably, I guess so.”
She went on to say she’d like to go by a manta ray encounter, Steve Irwin style.
I’d like to go out like Chopin – “Forget the oxygen, get the champagne!”
And I’d like my memorial plaque to read the last line of Ruggero Leoncavallo’s “Pagliacci” – “La commedia e finite.”

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I have about a week left of being a recovering alcoholic and I’m thinking of going the whole hog – extending it to the full 40 days and 40 nights. I don’t miss all that poison, but I do miss the reckless self-destruction. I survived another party this weekend, this one at a bar – no big deal. The tough one will be tomorrow when I fly 16 hours to New York. Sitting with nothing to do, while beautiful girls bring me food and wine.
My biggest problem, though, is that I’m becoming quite svelte – all lean and slinky. The cruel fat brought on by the gradual decaying of my aging body is slipping away. My clothes somehow look cooler and my gait wilder.
Maybe I need to stop drinking altogether … and start drugs.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Thanks … suckers!


Today is Thanksgiving Day in the US. I never fully understood this holiday, and I always guessed all the surviving Native Americans are sitting around on their reservations, drunk, hopeless and kicking themselves.
Today the Chinese government reversed its decision not to allow US warships to dock in Hong Kong after already kicking them out yesterday – on humanitarian grounds because it’s a US holiday.
Great. I suppose we’ll all be dead by Christmas.

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This was from wandering around a small province called Xin Hui in South China. Starting to feel I’ve drawn myself enough for the time being. I think I need to get out more.
ps, thanks Baby, you're wonderful; and thank you all, my real and imaginary friends.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Election fever

There was no one at the election building when I went to vote on Sunday. Just me, about 14 officials and one police officer. I'm getting more and more confident I can win next time. I also got a letter from the SPCA today asking members to nominate people for the Executive Committee election. I'm seriously thinking of nominating myself for this too. I don't know what such people do, but I want to win it.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

In between days


I have a theory that children have more life in them because they still have a memory of not existing. I like very old people, to whom death is a certainty. They have humour, and a sense of life to them. At 36, all I seem to be aware of is myself.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Andy Warhol created me

Thursday, April 20, 1979
Had to go to the memorial service for Ambassador Hoveyda’s brother who was executed in Iran. Cabbed to Riverside Drive ($2.50). Everybody was there. We took our shoes off. There was a rug in the middle of the floor and no one wanted to step on it because it was like stepping on the body because there wasn’t a body there. There was Iranian music. It was like the best cocktail party but with no drinks.
Steve Rubell’s suing Ron Galella, I read in the papers – for starting a fight at Studio 54, he says. And I’m invited to Ron Galella’s wedding on Saturday. I think I’ll go.
- The Andy Warhol Diaries

I read a couple of pages of Andy Warhol’s diaries every night recently. I can’t explain why I love Andy Warhol. No one who likes him can explain why. I think Truman Capote described him as “A sphinx without a secret.”
This world wouldn’t be the same if he hadn’t existed, and I don’t think I would exist as I do now without him.

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Mr Thriller has been on high alert for the last few days. All this clean living and lucidity is starting to get to him. I was in the bookstore getting ideas for our 2008 calendar and all the great ideas were getting me all riled up. When someone with strong perfume passed by I almost broke down from some kind of deviant inability to contain all the pleasing input. It’s a good thing Mrs Wrongdesign wasn’t there, or I may have thrown her down between the aisles. Come to think of it, it’s too bad she wasn’t there - I kind of like the sound of that.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

It's good to be District Councilor


I’m excited, this weekend we have elections in HK. I still remember the first time I voted; I was in 6th form in London and I voted for the Green Party. I had no idea who was running for the Green Party or what they planned to do, but I knew it was the cool party to vote for. This weekend I will vote for ‘the Democratic Party’ (not to be confused with another party called the ‘Democratic Alliance for the Betterment of Hong Kong’). Their leader is Martin Lee. When I came to Hong Kong I asked my new friends who they admired the most, and everyone always said “Martin Lee”. Later I got a job to photograph him. When I showed up at our designated meeting spot, the parking lot of the HK Legislative Offices, I realized I had no idea what he looked like, so I stood with my camera out and made eye contact with every man over 40 I saw, until one of them acknowledged me. An important lesson – always know who you are photographing, and try to remember their name if you can. He was an amazing guy, he knew the daughter of an HK painter I admired (turned out the daughter was Anson Chan, possibly the most famous woman in HK who isn’t a pop star, I really need to do my homework). He took me around the court and various offices and we took photos and we went up to the roof - literally on the slanted, tiled roof with nothing between a slip of the foot and certain death. He said he liked to go up there to think. I wasn’t worrying about me dying, but I was really worried about him dying, it would have looked really bad if the most beloved man in HK died while I was photographing him. Neither of us died and the photos were amazing, this man could strike a pose at the drop of a hat, a real pro.
So anyway, this weekend we’re voting for the District Council members. These are the people who watch over our individual regions in HK and make sure the trash gets picked up on time and the road works go ahead. We’re not actually allowed to vote for anyone with power in HK. There is a vote for our leader, but the people who vote are hand-picked by the Chinese government, so it’s really difficult to win unless you are also hand-picked by the Chinese government (though I’m sure it might be possible somehow). The last time he ran for office, ex-Chief Executive Tung Che Hwa spent a million HK dollars on his campaign, even though there was no one running against him. He just had to go through the motions, otherwise it would have looked really bad, I guess.
Because it’s pretty pointless, politics is pretty lackluster in Hong Kong. The government is pretty efficient and has sent me a letter telling where to vote, when to vote, and who my two options are (only 2!). I’m now seriously considering running next year (do they have them every year? I should check that out). I really want to be a leader, I really want the power. At first I thought I might be too morally bankrupt and incompetent, and my opponents would expose me immediately, but then I quickly remembered – this is politics, dummy.
I just have one question that I’ve been dragging around with me for years – after I win, should I cultivate society, or enslave it for my raucous pleasure? I can never figure this one out. People are senseless, horrible things, and if you give them a break they just abuse everything and it all goes to hell. The last thing you want is for them to govern themselves. And they’re just masses of corrupted, fleshy animals anyway. However, you could argue that hundreds of thousands of years of mismanagement and misdirection has left the human race a little regressive; a tad spiritually reticent. I like people, they’re probably my favorite things after romance and art. I just don’t know what to do with them all.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

World Comin' Down


I made the first contact with the little boy who lives on my floor today. We were in the elevator and he whistled a few notes, and I whistled a few to conclude our made-up song. He thought this was great. I’m pleased. I’ve always been curious about him, but he’s so odd I usually think it better to ignore him. I call his family “The Poors” because they don’t have running water and use the public toilets to wash. This is cruel and amuses me, but I think it’s okay as I too didn’t have running water for the first 7 months I lived here. Anyway, this little boy spends hours entertaining himself in the corridor – singing songs and playing odd games with himself that usually involve repeating some action at some specified pace. I once saw him on the street waving some imaginary specter towards him, and then dashing behind the building. There was one woman walking in front of me and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t get she wasn’t part of the event. I’m convinced if he grows up without being completely crushed by his peers he will turn out to be a creative genius. I can’t tell how old he is, I’d guess something between 6 and 10, I’m not very good with children’s ages. He has an older sister who’s beautiful and elegant and poised.

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It was a rotten day, hard disc broken, weeks of work lost. I felt physically sick when they told me. Carton of whisky sure looked good. 3 weeks of sobriety still left. I did the only thing I could do: put on Billy Idol’s “Devil’s Playground” and drew.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Desperate, but not serious


I was looking at naked girls on the internet and I got to thinking, these are just animals, why are they so amazing to look at? There must be billions of chicks, and they’re all a little bit different. This one’s limbs may be a little longer, this one has a very round ass, this one has lots of hair, this one has bigger lips. I love to look at cool guys, and cute puppies and sheets of rain hitting things, but looking at girls is different. It’s starting to annoy me, because I know it’s old mother nature just trying to get Mr Thriller randy so I can procreate. I feel so used.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Forgive me Satan


Today the doctor pronounced me cured. Although the sty is still there, my overall ying and yang are now balanced. He did, however, recommend I don’t drink for one more month to allow my body to become strong. My friend’s birthday today was a champagne brunch. I love champagne; it has that beautiful combination of decadence and intoxication that sits so well on the soul. I watched as my friends became progressively more outrageous and sloppy, until the gays and the straights where all intertwined on a revolving rattan couch on the sundeck of Jumbo Seafood Restaurant in Aberdeen Harbour. Good for them. We all had fun and I don’t think anyone even noticed I’d had less than a mouthful of champagne.
My friend, by the way, announced he had been looking for a garbage can, and his man concurred, and it was agreed I must be psychic, and the Germans among us passed it around admiring the design, and enquired where one could buy such a piece.

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It’s now 3am. I wanted a drink when I started drawing and the Cure came on and I remembered November in 1993; and my whole body shuddered remembering that motel room in Hampton Bays, and that car, and the silent chill in the air and Wish on the stereo and the entire world falling away from under me, when everyone was still alive and the future was still the future.
I’m okay now.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Shopping spree


I went out to buy a present for my friend’s birthday tomorrow. I had in mind a garbage can for some reason, but I thought this may be a useless present as he probably doesn’t need one, so I looked around for something to buy. While looking, I bought myself 8 sticks of charcoal, one charcoal rubber, a pirate copy of Adobe CS3 (Designer edition), ordered pirate copies of Dynasty Warriors 5 Empires and Samurai Warriors 2 Empires for PS2, a kind of soap bar for cleaning stains off clothes, 2 short-sleeved, white undershirts, 2 white vests, one white and one black long-sleeved shirt, 2 washable V-neck sweaters (one black, one grey), one pair of trousers, one button-up shirt, one sponge with handle (for cleaning the toilet cistern - the water’s always dirty and it builds up in the cistern, they’re doing some kind of work on the pipes I think), French chocolate (with orange peel), pesto salad, grilled salmon, and, most exciting of all, overpriced ear swabs (my good wife and I have been stuck with cheap ear swabs for years, that come in packs of 5 million, and they’re finally all gone. I got Johnson’s last time, and they’re great, but this time I upped the anti and bought black ear swabs with beveled cotton, yes, beveled, black cotton).
At the end of my shopping frenzy I chanced to see a really nice garbage can, which I bought for my friend.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

I am becoming sensible (somebody shoot me)


I have a brand new neighbour, a Chinese doctor, so I have been seeing him about my sty. My liver has too much fire, and my kidneys have too much water, and he is curing me. I essentially need to sleep proper hours, stop drinking alcohol, eat well, and take Chinese medicine every day. It is a slow process of repairing all the damage, but I feel great already. Apart from last weekend I haven’t drunk in 2 weeks. Boy, I can’t wait till I’m all cleaned up.