I met up with Bachelor #3 yesterday afternoon for coffee. He’s a husky bear with a multi-hued beard similar to a lion’s, a big smile, and a bubbly personality. He has an assured masculinity that nicely balanced with a slight gay twang and an elegant stride. We had only an hour to chat, which went by swiftly with very pleasant and jolly bantering. Stay tuned for more of Bachelor #3.
Big Chrissy gave me a lift to Brett Reichman’s opening at Paule Anglim. Brett’s virtuoso crosshatched works on paper defy comprehension. I don’t know how a human was able to make those marks. The content is just as gripping–images of Brett in almost pornographic stances, clothed, but with rolled fabric standing in for gentle-talia, and huge colorful paintings of knotted fabric in colors of the gay flag. Many old buddies were there, as well as new. I bumped into Bachelor #4, with whom I had chatted the evening before, a grad student in the UC painting department. He’s very round and compact, with a black triangular soul patch and glasses, a very gentle man. He talked about his upcoming MFA show and his current work, and I noticed his eyes darting back up to my face as I looked away and back. There’s definitely some chemistry with this one. He’s articulate, talented (I’m assuming), and has a kind face and penetrating eyes.
Later I caught up with Davide for John Woo’s Hard-Boiled, which is still just as fun as when it came out. The violence is like a ballet, in fast and slow motion. In Hong Kong action films, people die by convulsing and flipping through the air and crashing into cannisters that explode. During the grand action sequences, hundreds of expendable cops and gangsters appear out of nowhere and leap in front of bullets and spray blood all over the screen. And there’s always paper flying up in the air. Guys on motorcycles jump over burning cars only so that we can see their bikes explode. Logic takes a back seat to spectacle, and it’s gorgeous.