Ever wonder what you're out of work actor and artist friends have been up to? On the cover of this week's Onion is a picture of one of my dear friends from college! And no, she's not unemployed. She works for the Onion.
In the inaugural vignette grotesque of Genet’s 1949 memoir-cum-roman noir Le Journal du voleur, the black prince of literature recalls his childhood travels between Paris and the ruins of Tiffauges. Here, along the verdant slopes of the Loire, was the crime scene of France’s most diabolical pederast and murderer, Lord Gilles de Rais. Read more »
I'd say about a fourth of those who came out to see MF Doom at the Independent on Sept. 18 took off when they found out he wasn't going to be performing. The rest of us stayed - way to go, SF - to watch Pigeon John, a lithe, high-energy smart-ass from the LA underground. The Independent's consolation was to open its doors and waive the admission fee, promising full refunds to ticket holders, so why not shtick around for a little what's his name? Read more »