I got together with one of my favorite New Yorkers; not only the man behind the dark hole you've gotten most fucked up in, Lit, but also the guy giving me my first solo show in the summer, at Fuse Gallery; Erik Foss.
I wrote my version of his life story and took some pictures of him and his insane art, and The New Order magazine published all of it.
The following is the piece in the mag, which can be bought here. If you actually want to read the story, you can do that on my website, here.
And a couple outtakes for you:
I love writing. If you have a magazine and want a writer to probe a subject's very existence - call me. No, send me a fax.
I am in charge of marching the Darling army. I like paints, painters, paintings, and painted things. I like photos and writing , boards with wheels, drums, typewriters and wheat beer. I like documentaries, 35mm, and video. Darling is mostly me, sometimes a multitude of others.
I like newspapers, black and white, and British humor. Airplanes are my resting place, and I'm still shocked anyone would ever rent me a car. I can name that artist like you can name that street. Tell me and I will forget, but I will remember later I promise. I pay attention.