These have got to be the funniest photos ever taken of me. I was really just starting to change my musical tastes from garage/60's into rock-a-billy. I was 16 years old. I'm wearing creepers, striped stockings, a black velvet mini skirt, a Brian Jones shirt, a 50's car coat and Sonny Tufts's hat. I think my mom took these photos of me while I was staying with friends in the tenderloin. 1986. I either totally had my own style or I looked ridiculous!
During this period I was working at The Wax Museum, Fisherman's wharf and hanging out at Lyle Tuttle's shop on 7th street or his home on Columbus Ave. after hours. Sonny Tufts was his apprentice at the time. Soon after Erno opened his shop in the lower Haight, I was briefly hanging out there too.
not to be confused with Cowboys and Aliens the group
If you'll remember in 2003 I currated an art show called "Sci Fi Western"
I mentioned in the foreword to the catalog that movies in the 1950's were either Sci Fi or Western but never both at the same time. My theory was that they spoke of the mythic past and future of America, so you couldn't combine the two.
Do you think the creators of this film saw my art show or catalog? I'll have to let you know what I think after I've seen the film.
My painting from the show.
Me and one of the artists.
Some of the people who came in costume:
Check out the website Space Western for more crazy Sci Fi Western stuff.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love hand painted banners. The history is rich from old fashioned sign painting to circus side show banners. It sure beats some ugly computer printed vinyle monstrosity!
I once wrote an article for Skin and Ink tattoo magazine about how to paint banners. At Goldfield's we painted a new one every year.
The banner I painted myself:
photo by Yvan Rabe
Some gorgeous banners by Leanka Platt from the last Paris Tattoo Art Fest
Here I am in a portrait sitting with Henry. I served an apprenticeship of just under six years with Henry Goldfield. He used to be in the navy, that's his hat from those days. He was in ways like a father to me. His hands were a bit twisted from tattooing. He taught me a lot about painting and the public. He was tough! I hope I can be as good a master tattooer for my apprentice minus some of the bad side.