Self Sufficiency – Page 2 – Duncan Roy's Blog

Plane home to LA. Lovely few days in NYC. Returning Delta. Man had panic attack and had to be removed just as we were taking off.

Really lifted my spirits. (The trip not the panicking man.)

Upon my arrival in NYC and the ghastly Comfort Inn I had a few moments of bitter disillusionment (the cause of which was mainly in my head..actually the cause of which was totally in my head) I had the best time with Jake, Dan, Lady Rizzo, John and Jamie. The little dog hated the rain but didn’t like being left at home.

Drank far too much coffee in the East Village.

At the behest of a new friend Bernard, who works for the Judd foundation, John, Jamie, Jake and I privately toured the Donald Judd private residence at 101 Spring St, Soho and reminded myself that on that very corner one cold winters afternoon in 1983 Fred Hughes and I saw John Gotti smoking a fat cigar.

We brought expensive cookies and marveled at the Japanese themed bathrooms and kitchen. How come the HUGE Dan Flavin in the bedroom felt like it was spewing microwaves? That thing, however beautiful, must have fried Judd, his wife and children.

I was recognized by one of the staff who LOVED the sex rehab show. “How you doing now?” she asked with a sympathetic crumpled brow and puckered lip.

After The Judd residence tour Jake and I celebrated his birthday with a dinner at the restaurant of his choice and the waiters brought him his desert with a candle on top.

Last night Dan and I attended a charity auction at the Milk Gallery to raise funds for the Stephen Petronio Dance Company. I was in a spectacularly good mood and was seen to be so. I met Cindy Sherman who had donated a huge, dark work, which raised over $20k for the troupe.

I bought 3 works including a very beautiful Dustin Yellin.

Dan and I had a late dinner at Westville where we saw Sam Rockwell.

Back in LA soon where I have a traffic court date, a returning lover and Mary the organic gardener has her new driving license which means she can continue tending the garden. I have a great deal to look forward to and a huge amount to be grateful for.

New York 2010

Having a blast here-so far away from the trials of Los Angeles. No car, no worries, just me and a small suitcase and whole lot of hope.

Now, deliciously, I also have a pair of pink and black leather shoes that only I and a handful of truly stylish, brave friends could wear.

Thank you Comme des Garçons, thank you Rei Kawakubo. Thank you style Gods.

How many of you look at charlieissocoollike on You Tube? Real name Charlie Mc Donnell. I love him-no, not like that. He’s only 19, fresh, funny and talented. My friend Mr S Fry made a charming end credit for him. I will write more about Mr Mc Donnall soon but do check out Charlie’s Duet with Myself.

Did I tell you that I had TERRIBLE food poisoning after our delicious lunch at The Standard Grill? The rabbit ragu served with the ‘home made’ pasta and chanterells did me in. I have not vomited for YEARS. I mean, hanging over the pan and violently chucking up the entire contents of my belly whilst simultaneously shitting my white comme des garcons under pants.

I love NYC.

I don’t expect much from life. I really don’t. But I get so little in LA. Like so many people I may end up being one of it’s finest victims but…I doubt it. I am heading east. I’ll tell you all sooner or later why.

The goat project has been put on hold until I have some more spare cash. The film I want to make is ready to be born so I will just make it. I may just be in it. I am all a quiver about making a new film. Can’t get it out of my head.

My friend Joan thinks that I am all over the place but that’s how it has always been-all over the place.

I tweeted today about being grateful. It’s easy to complain about life, then when it gets better forget to be grateful. I am sitting in a warm, well decorated room overlooking the Hudson River, my belly full and friends to see. What more could I want?

I am really glad that I came to the USA for as long as I have. I have learned so much from you people. Good and Bad.

More facts emerging from the Kristian Digby funeral fiasco. Kristian’s mad mother apparently very dismissive about KD at funeral to his visibly upset father. Friends and some family members and work colleagues unable to attend the funeral-asked to stay away. Real friends got together at tree in Torquay and buried box of memories. One friend reporting that Kristian’s coffin was dragged into church rather than carried respectfully. I will repeat my earlier assertions: Kristian’s mother is an insensitive hag who ruined great portions of her son’s life. The truth will out Mrs Digby.

Met some PR type gay in Soho House the other night. Single. attractive but after ten minutes of conversation..really ought to have stayed in the closet. BACK IN THE CLOSET for you young man. He told me I needed to filter what I was saying-we were talking about politics. What a fucking boooooar.

Finally, did I mention to you how much I loathe Sophie Dahl? How she went out of her way to ruin my experience of LA? That poor sweet crooner husband of hers will see straight through her conniving ways sooner or later. You can’t marry a woman 8 inches taller than you-why? Because you never get to look her directly in the eye.

There’s nothing more exhilarating that an unresolved resentment don’t you think? One day I will recount the entire sordid story for your delectation.

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