Dog Breath

Benoit Denizet-Lewis has been staying. He’s writing a book about dogs. He has driven from Boston in a huge RV with his dog Casey.

In Northern Arizona he found another big, black dog, a stray he called Rez on an Indian reservation. Her nipples torn from a recent litter, she had a bladder infection and a bad ear but he, with Cesar Millan‘s help, put her back together again.

It’s been very busy at Chez Duncan.

Lady Rizo is in town so we saw her show on Sunday night. Her debut LA show, she had to quickly tailor it for the austere LA audience. By the end of the set she had them eating out of her hand.

Sans follow spot, her work cut out for her, she did a miraculous job. Special guest Moby had the audience rippling with excitement.

Twins had their birthday…can’t remember if I’ve already written about that? Anyway, it was a miserable afternoon (storm clouds) but we had a great time and I cooked a huge feast. They moved out of my house the following day and into their new apartment in Hollywood.

I’ve seen quite a bit of Robby..of course..since then but little of Miles who is busily writing a documentary about (from what I’ve been told) attraction.

I testified downtown at City Hall before the city deputies. Prison Violence. I told them what I had witnessed at the Men’s County Jail. They, in turn, asked questions.  They looked at me very curiously, peering over their lecture.

One of them had read the Richard Rushfield piece in the LA Weekly and quoted it.

I left down town, the fierce heat, drove over to Robby’s house and fell asleep on his sofa. I found it all very exhausting.

On Saturday I went to Honor Fraser‘s galleryon La Cienega to see the hightly anticipated Kenny Scharf show. He was in fine spirits. Showing good new work, performance art by Ann Magnuson and a great crowd.

Sam McEwan flew from London. We are all looking old….apart from Honor who just looks more wonderful and chic…wearing Alaia.

“Hodgepodge,” featured paintings, sculptures, and a Cosmic Cavern installation.

The centerpiece, a gaudy customized Cadillac served as Ann Magnuson’s stage for her performance work “Finism”.

First performed in 1984 the piece was fresh, enticing and, of course, very funny.

I liked the picnic table with an atomic mushroom cloud exploding from it that forms a parasol.

“Hodgepodge” runs until May 19.

Wish I hadn’t sold my Scharf. What a moron I am.

Then, rather amazingly, I bumped into Marius Bercea the artist showing next door at the Francois Ghebaly Gallery.  He reminded me that we had met at the Cluj Film Festival in Romania a decade ago.

He was just a kid who took me back to his studio.

I remember being impressed, writing about him in my diary, now look at him. We sat outside the gallery and smoked cigarettes and ate doughnuts off the Cadillac parked at the back of the Scharf show.

Lunch with Mike Manning, his super smart sexy boy friend and Fielder. Mike has tiny eyebrows.

Thankfully, since my AA Big Book burning tirade most of my AA friends have unfriended me on FaceBook saving me the time and effort. I think my blog has caused some amusement and consternation…judging by the number of people reading it. Fuck AA LA.

I’ll write at length some other time about my years in LA AA, the cult with a smiley face.

Look at the gorgeous things from the Out of The Box Collective vegetable delivery. The spring flower box. Delicious.