UPCOMING LABRUCE SHENANIGANS

Hey Kids: I will be in Berlin from March 17th-22nd, then to Zurich on March 23rd. I will be in Zurich working on a show at the Neumarkt Theater called "Macho Family Romance: A Vaguely Hostile Take-over by Bruce LaBruce" (see image above), which will be performed April 3rd, 4th, and 5th. (Featuring Susanne Sachsse, Vaginal Davis, and Black Sun Productions.) Back to Berlin for 3 days on April 6th, 7th, and 8th, then to London On April 9th-13th. I will be participating in Visions of Excess at the Spill Festival in at the Shunt Vaults, London Bridge, a twelve hour event starting Sunday April 12th from 10pm-10am. Any other action, I'm open to suggestion! xxx Blab

http://www.spillfestival.com/index.php?plid=21

SO SORRY! I'VE BEEN SEDUCED BY MICRO-BLOGGING!

LABRUCE BACK IN THE DAY IN LA (BELOW) AND NEW YORK (ABOVE)
ME IN PHILADELPHIA LAST YEAR. PHOTO BY CUTE RYAN PFLUGER.
ME EARLIER THIS YEAR IN BILBAO
PRODUCTION STILL OF ME AS "BRUCE' IN SUPER 8 AND A HALF
PAGES FROM MY OLD FANZINE J.D.s
FRAME ENLARGEMENTS FROM SUPER 8 AND A HALF

So sorry I haven't blogged in so long. I've only had time to micro-blog lately. Blogging seems a little passe. So I will still try to post photos here just for the fun of it. Like these. xxx Blab

This is just a taste. Look for the live polaroids I took of the revolutionary zombies eating members of the public nude and spattered in blood in front of the Catalonian flag in an upcoming issue of METAL magazine. Also, look out for a feature on Otto in an upcoming issue of BIZARRE magazine. Ok I gotta go to the airport! xxx Blab






Here's some shots from my recent opening in Barcelona at the Antigua Casa Haiku gallery. Sorry i didn't have time to turn them to the vertical.

Random Acts of Senseless LaBruce

This was my MoMA after party... sorry you missed it!
An Otto impersonator...
The U.S. posters for Otto. I don't really like the one with the six pack, but my distributor says it will move the merch.
The upcoming Otto party in Madrid...
Gee I've been travelling so much I can never keep up my blog. Here's what's been happening in a nutshell.

YouTube Censors LaBruce

Muthas at YouTube have deleted my trailers for my melancholy gay zombie movie Otto; or, Up with Dead People. The original one had almost 60,000 views, so at least a lot of people saw it before it was removed for "violation of terms". I suppose it was either because of the nude orgy shots intercut with meat or the scene in which Otto eats a real dead rabbit. Some hardcore fascist vegans have been harrsasing me over that scene and they also had my Otto page on MySpace deleted because of it. Most of them have attacked me in a very vulgar and insulting way without even bothering to try to engage me in any sort of dialogue, and of course without having actually seen the movie. Predictably, they don't seem to like people very much. Here is what a guy with a blog named Fawny, who at least seemed slightly more civil, had to say about the matter on his blog, under a post questionably entitled "Dead Bunnies Out of Gay Porn Now":

Bruce LaBruce’s forthcoming porno, Otto, or: Up with Dead People, promises new forms of transgression. Just what we expect! But what I didn’t expect was the stunning iconography of the movie’s still photos, depicting a handsome, grey-faced, affectless zombie, dressed in high-fashion hoodies and hiding in plain sight amid flowers and shrubbery.

The Facebook invitation to a Toronto launch party–cum-screening for Otto includes a photo gallery. I was looking forward to seeing even more pictures, since the whole campaign is superb. But dead centre in the gallery I saw a thumbnail of our hoodied zombie and thought exactly the following: “Is he holding what I think he’s holding?” I made the mistake of enlarging the picture.

Yes, zombie Otto is standing there holding a dead bunny.

Here’s a proposition for you: Nobody has the right to use a dead animal in gay porn.

LaBruce explained the provenance of the bunny on his (unpermalinked) blog:

The art department has procured a huge dead rabbit for the scene in which Otto chows down on some roadkill. I feel guilty about the rabbit, so I ask if we can at least eat it at the end of the day – roadkill gourmet – but the art director informs me that it’s already been sitting out in the sun too long. Well, I tried….

The art director stuffs the gutted rabbit with cleaned pig intestines and sashimi tuna coated with strawberry sauce, which Otto has to eat. What next, waterboarding?

Indeed, what next?

I E-mailed LaBruce “on the Facebook” to find out if that really was a dead bunny. After he eventually figured out what I stated up front (that I was writing a blog post), he replied:

As I’ve talked about in a number of interviews already, the animal in question is a hare that we purchased at a farmer’s market in Berlin, where hares are eaten as commonly as foul. So the use of the hare is no different than using, say, a turkey in a Thanksgiving scene in a movie.

In fact, I wanted to see if we could eat the hare at the end of the day’s shoot, but the carcass was left out in the sun for too long and it was inebible.

I hope that answers your question.

Here’s another question: Can you show me the contract the hare signed in order to act in the picture? I thought porn was all about consenting adults. A dead bunny is neither.

Of course I don’t buy the argument that Germans eat hare so it was all right to kill that one. Nor that it would have been better to have eaten the thing after the shoot wrapped up. (It didn’t happen, so it didn’t improve things, either.) Nor that “a Thanksgiving scene in a movie” requires a dead turkey.

Do you buy the argument that it was OK to use a dead rabbit in a gay-porno video? Thought not.

I sent him this response, although he didn't deign to post it on his blog:


I read your blog post and I must say I resent the fact that you have characterized my movie Otto; or, Up with Dead People as a "gay-porn video." If you had the opportunity to watch the movie you would understand that it is an art film that is very much about consumerism, the aversion to consuming flesh and meat, and the way that pornography and the popular media package sex and body parts as so much meat. There is a scene in the movie in which the zombie actually visits a meat processing plant and eats raw chicken as the workers in the plant debone the chicken parts behind him. Should I not have included that scene as well? The zombie in the film, it is revealed, was a vegetarian when he was alive, and his aversion to eating human flesh is one of the central metaphors of the narrative. You are certainly entitled to your opinion about whether or not the dead rabbit should have been used in the film - although I still argue it's no different from using a real dead turkey on the table in a thanksgiving scene - but to try to characterize my movie as a "gay-porn video" in order to imply that the rabbit was used in some sort of salacious or sexualized way, is totally unfair and a gross mischaracterization of the work. Furthermore, had we not used the hare in question in the movie it would have ended up on someone's dinner plate anyway (as that is what it was being sold for at the market), so I really think you should put it in a less histrionic perspective. I take my work seriously, and I have to say that out of the hundreds of audiences I have shown the film to so far, no one has suggested that this scene had a prurient or frivolous intent. Thank you for your attention.

I should have also told him that I was born on a farm below the poverty line and my father was a hunter and trapper and he killed animals for fur and meat as part of the income he used to raise his family. He hunted to put meat on the table. I was raised seeing animals being killed all the time as part of the natural cycle of life and death. At nights riding home with my father in the family car he would sometimes swerve to hit a racoon or a rabbit. He would stop the car and throw the fresh road kill in the trunk. If the pelt wasn't too damaged he would skin it and stretch the fur and cure it and send it to Hudson's Bay Company just as he would if he had hunted it with a gun or trapped it. That's just the way he was raised to make a living. So obviously I have a completely different perspective when it comes to animals, road kill, and what is and isn't proper or moral. Some of my siblings ended up being vegetarians. I was a vegetarian for three years starting when I was eighteen but I gave it up when I started having dreams about being chased by hamburgers.

Incidentally, I wonder if these guys have seen the British TV show "The Road Kill Gourmet", in which a chef goes around the country looking for fresh road kill, cooks it up gourmet-style on the spot, and eats it.

Anyway, I'm posting the trailers in question here in case you haven't seen them.

Extended Trailer for "Otto; or, Up with Dead People"

Body and Seoul

I love airport buildings like in Seoul that look like gargantuan metallic sci-fi whales.

The Seoul Tower lit up at night in a fiery display. My host Jin Park and I walked all the way to the top of the hill, which was exhausting.

In an old section of Seoul, the Starbucks is forced to surrender its cultural imperialism and feature its sign in Korean. Yay!

Remember when gay fan dancers used to haunt the Toronto Yonge Street gay bars in the seventies and early eighties? At the time I though it was tragically kitsch; in retrospect it was exotically outre. Ban gay marriage; bring back fan dancers.


Nearby is the old school style of architecture.


Here are a couple of monstrous buildings in dowtown Seoul. I like them because they are futuristic ugly.

This is what much of Seoul looks like. It's very modern ugly by day, but glamorous by night, like Tokyo.


Here I am with Jin Park, my hostess with the mostest, as we bridge the gap between East and West in a magnanimous gesture of international friendship.

Here I am in a thoughtful mood waiting for the bus for downtown.


This is what the Puchon area looks like, where Pifan was held. It was the rainy season, so it pissed rain from morning til night during most of the festival, which was good because everyone went to see the movies where it was nice and dry.



This is what one corner of my living room looks like.

This is the great hydroelectric monster of Seoul.


I like the names of the gay bars in the Itaewon area, aka Homo Hills. This is the gay area for Koreans who are into westerners, so it's full of obnoxious ex-pats, including some hot American soldiers. I preferred the Nagwon Dong gay district, which is more rice on rice. My gracious host, Jin Park, of Pifan, took me there and we had a blast.


Nothing says "party" like the Mona Lisa.


Hey, I though this was supposed to be in Nashville.

Here I am with Rodrigo and Marco from Toronto's own Rue Morgue magazine. They were also at Pifan, the Puchon Fantasy Film Festival, and in fact their film, Facts in the Case of Mr. Hollow, won the best short prize. The fellow on the left is Nacho Vigalondo, the director of the Spanish time travel sci fi movie Timecrimes. He was a charming fellow.


The Korean soldiers at the train station were only mildy annoyed when tourists asked to pose for photos with them.


This was another real Korean soldier at the train station. Pretty cute.




This is my favourite. I call it "Two Nude Men Sharing Log Head with Brain and Flowers."





This is some of the bizarre imagery at Dorasan Station, a train station between the two Koreas. Outside we were told only to take photos toward the station, not in the other direction. It was very Orwellian.


This is a diagram of the tunnel we went down into, the tunnel that the North Koreans tried to burrow underground to Seoul in the sixties and seventies. They were planning on invading Seoul with about 30,000 soldiers, but the South Koreans detected the tunnel and put a stop to it. It was fun, sort of like going under Niagara Falls, but without the Falls.


This was our South Korean tour guide. She was hardcore. She chewed me out a little after I snapped my surreptitious photo. But she forgave me later when I gave her a tip. She was a little on edge because a few weeks earlier a South Korean tourist had been shot and killed by North Koreans when she strayed out of the designated area, so relations between North and South were a little frosty at this time.


This building is camouflaged so you may not be able to see it.


Here's the cute soldier again. After the camera incident he told me I was a bad boy!


This was a real Korean soldier at the DMZ. A real cute one. Behind him lies North Korea. You weren't supposed to take pictures of it, but I took one anyway just to see what would happen. One of the soldiers (not the cute one, unfortunately) ran over and demanded to see all the digital photos I had on my camera. Fortunately the one I snapped of North Korea turned out blank so I wasn't executed.


I recently travelled to Seoul, South Korea to show my zombie movie Otto; or, Up with Dead People at Pifan, the Puchon International Fantasy Film Festival. I took a day trip to the DMZ, the demilitarized zone between North and South Korea. It was kind of tourist-y, but disturbing, political tourist-y. I hadn't had so much fun since Auschwitz. This is a fake Korean soldier in one of the DMZ museums.

Summer and Smoke Up Your Ass

I remember her name. Disco Dollie. She came up for the party from San Diego with Jesus (pronounced Jesus). We thought she had a nice Connie Stevens vibe happening. Jesus has a smile that lights up a room. And a great Residents t-shirt!
Ron and his little friend Suppository Spelling. No, Jean Genet Ramsay. No, fuck, I can't remember. Ron, what's his name again? I'm brain dead. Oh! Foxy Contin!
Awww. That was quite a story my friend. Almost broke my heart.
That's me at my Otto afterparty at Shits and Giggles with my new friend Jesus (pronounced Jesus) who came all the way up from San Diego to meet me, and my awesome friend Anna Margarita Albelo who is a Cubana and whom I met through my friend Christophe Chemin in Berlin.
I know this guy. His name is Stinky or Smelly or something like that. He performed at my party. He's better than Marilyn Manson, really.
Work that bracelet. It was too tight and it gave him a bruise.
House arrest. What could be more glamorous?
The last time I saw Richard he had a special ankle bracelet. It's all the rage in Los An.
Keith from the Circle Jerks lives next door! I didn't meet him but I saw him out the window!
I love horse shoe knockers.
I stayed for a few days at my dear friend Billy's boyfriend's place. He's into antlers and such.
Back in LA, I spotted this in a window in Silverlake. To quote Ron Athey in Hustler White: "I'm going to take that hope of yours and shove it up your ass!"
Poesidan's Big Adventure.
We got stoned and worked out at midnight to Throbbing Gristle and stuff like that.

Everybody into the peool.
Ron designed the cactus garden. He's a landscape wiz.
Ron in a contemplative mood.
This was my room in Palm Springs where I vacationed with my friend Ron Athey at our friend Susan Matheson's house. Suzette did the costumes for the last four Will Farrell movies.
The Castro Cinema, where I had my screening of Otto; or, Up with Dead People.
This business in San Francisco had either just opened or closed.

Okay so I'm sorry i haven't posted any photos all summer long but I've been on tour and I can't do everything at once. I've been Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind/And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in. (Joni Mitchell/The Jungle Line). I haven't been taking many photos, especially here in LA, where all the lame paparazzi are always falling all over themselves trying to take a lame photograph of a lame celebrity. The idiocracy feeding off the idiocracy. It's too banal. It makes you want to smash your own camera in protest. But just to prove I've actually been working it, I'll show ya what I got.

Donau Festival in Krems, Austria

Photos by Christophe Chemin of the performance of Cheap Blacky at the Donau Festival in Krems, Austria. Set also by CC.





You know it's a good music festival when someone gets crucified on a car.

Unfortunately all the photos I took of the amazing, brilliant Ursuala Rucker are out of focus. She's from Philly. She's kind of like a cross between Gill Scott Heron and Angela Davis. She performed in Krems in a thirteenth century church. You had to be there. It was electrifying.

The handsome, awesome performance artist Dominic Johnson, who performed at the Donau Festival with the brilliant Ron Athey.


Ron Athey working a long blond wig.

Solar anus, anyone?

Peek-a-boo!

Dominic Johnson.



Somewhere in Vienna, there was a swing. Christophe swung on it.

Torino Shenanigans - At the Torino Faggot Film Festival

Damn I'm always doing this backwards. Okay this is a crazy sculpture in the apartment of the Italian architect Carlo Mollino who, according to the website - http://www.docevita.com/design/mollino/mollino.htm - was a designer, architect, genius, obsessed with drugs, sex, and extreme decoration. Aren't we all. And here's an explanation of this apartment/museum that I visited, by appointment only, mind you, courtesy of the website eyesing: http://eyesing.typepad.com/eyesing/architecture/index.html. "Mollino was a student of the occult (!) and obsessed with the tomb of the ancient Egyptian royal architect, Kha, which was housed in a museum in his hometown. Like the ancient Egyptians, Mollino believed that the human soul was made of semi-divine parts that survived death. To that end, he spent the last 14 years of his life decorating this apartment, just as Kha decorated his pyramid in his spare time. Mollino never stayed the night here (another luxurious apartment was his primary residence) because it was essentially his own modern day pyramid, decorated with the things he wanted to take into the afterlife." Okay so the apartment was very spooky and I had a really strange nightmare after visiting it. I was visited by a succubus in my sleep. She was a dwarf, and she was trying to suck the life energy out of me sexually. We ended up in the bathroom and I beat her with a woman's high heel shoe until she turned into steak tartare, literally. (I'd seen a homophobic man in a pin-striped suit eating one in Brussels.) Mollino is also famous for his collection of dirty polaroids featuring women in various states of undress. He kept a collection of women's lingerie and high heels to photograph his subjects in. There was a single pair of high heels in his Egyptian pyramid room, which also contained his boat bed which was supposed to command his soul to heaven. It's really trippy; you had to be there.

One of Mollino's hot chair designs.

Mollino's apartment.

Mollino's apartment was full of double mirrors, one in front of another. It has a mystical significance. Those are my friends Slava and Brian reflected in the mirrors.

David Lynch cameo.

Slava taking pics in the toilet.




Okay this wasn't at Mollino's apartment. This was in my hotel room. I was the only one who got a whirpool bathtub, so everyone was dropping over for a whirl.

A random boy takes a whirl.

Earlier, outside of Slava and Brian's party, Terence Koh and Gio Black Peter get messy hot.



At Slava and Brian's party Ron Athey dances old school leather bar disco realness with Christophe Chemin.

All that green.

Ron and CC really hit it off because they're twisted sisters.

This is the new crotch dance. All the old school kids are doing it.


Studio 55.


The aftermathparty. Toilet terror.


Glamoo Terence Koh and Jop Butt.

Sailor Moon.


Well it was cold in Torino.

Dirty Tom Ford Butt.

Jop's product got trampled.

There goes CC again, falling...

falling...
falling...
Go ask Alice.
TK's first dj gig. He played Toxic five times. People left.

Belfast 101 Part 2

The name is an anagram.

Republican murder victims of the conflict.


The infamous H-Block, the prison configuration invented by the British jailers. Apparently it was adopted by the American Government for their prison at Guatanamo Bay.





Honouring the female fighters of the IRA.









Taxi drivers were routinely murdered during the war, particularly those who picked up Catholics. To this day it is almost impossible to hail a cab in Belfast.

One of the many small commemorative gardens dedicated to the IRA supporters who lost their lives during the war.


Neo-Nazis. Ignore them.

Belfast 101

Belfast may have had a peace accord for the past ten years, but they certainly haven't forgotten the war, witnessed by these images I snapped on my "terror tour". The gentleman who picked me up at the airport for the Belfast Film Festival had been a hunger striker in support of the IRA; the other gentleman who worked for the festival who kindly took me on a tour of the amazing murals in the Repbulican (Catholic) neighbourhoods of the city gave me a crash course in their struggle against the Loyalists (Protestants).


Thou Shalt Not Kill Protestant Boys

These are what they call "Peace Walls", still segregating the Catholics from the Protestants to this day. Looks a little bit like Palestine to me.

Sinn Fein headquarters. My guide informed me that they were blown up once by a gay Loyalist cop whose lover, another gay Loyalist cop, was killed in the conflict. Sounds like a movie to me, although it would be better as a Romeo and Romeo story if one was Republican and one was Loyalist.

The Belfast version of the Berlin Wall.




Viva Cuba!

Belfast was a Blast

Zombie drag queen types at a screening of Otto in Belfast

London, Bloody London

Partying with Susanne No Bra and Richard Torry of Minty and friends at his apartment in Soho.


One of the amazing London boys I photographed in my hotel room.

Another one of the amazing London boys I photographed in my hotel room.


The amazing work of art that David Hoyle created during his performance based on Trade Unions.

The amazing Divine David Hoyle backstage at Magazine at Vauxhall Tavern.

The amazing experimental classical musician Othon Mataragas at Club Kaos.

The amazing Susanne Oberbeck of No Bra at Club Cool in White Chappell.

Cool Poster

Wow, somebody sent me this cool Otto poster. I don't even know where it is - probably Brussels - but it's cool!

Javier Peres and Terence Koh are pleased to present SACK OF BONES, a group exhibition curated by Ellen Langan and Blair Taylor. Please join us for the opening on Monday, March 24th from 6 - 9pm at ASS (Asia Song Society): 45 Canal Street between Orchard and Ludlow.

SACK OF BONES
March 24th - May 2nd, 2008
Please email victoria@peresprojects.com or call 212 962 6717 for viewing appointments

Featuring work by:

Anthony Burdin
Dan Colen
Tara Delong
Mark Flood
Bill Hayden
Neil Jenney
Bruce LaBruce
Daniel McDonald
Andrew Rogers
Arsen Roje
Agathe Snow
William C. Taylor
Donald Urquhart
Banks Violette

Toted around, thrown in the corner, recovered as relic or disposed of
as useless, a sack of bones is unavoidably deformed. It is an
apparently dead object subject to the intentions of its creator, or
its purveyor, or its consumer, or maybe just its times.

The group exhibition "Sack of Bones" comes from a viewing of Paul
Rachman's 2006 film, American Hardcore, in which Mark Flood appears as
an interviewee on the topic of 1980's punk rock. The tone of the film
is reverent, to be sure, but more than an ode, the voices in the film
present conflicting parts pride, humor, fraternity, anger, bitterness,
nostalgia, and what are often doleful mechanisms for dealing with the
here-and-now. That Flood was both part of Hardcore as it existed
musically (in 1980 his band, Culturcide, put out their first 7-inch:
"Another Miracle/Consider Museums as Concentration Camps") and has
been practicing visual art for over 30 years poses an interesting
question: how, if at all, can art be hardcore? By embodying
adolescent punk obsession? By miraculous use of irony? By a simple
withdrawal from popular territory?

Consider, for example, the tangled 'attitude problem' precipitated by Reagan-era
punk; there is the myth of a pure strain of FUCK YOU, there is the
myth of the majority's snide perception of its counter-movements, and
then, somewhere in the overlap, there is the problematic dilution of
any rebellion's once-potent beginnings (causing cycles of backlash and
resurgence pretty much ever after). In the art world this tangle is
further convoluted by the relishing of trade and an inherent
affluence, elitism and circuitous pandering that can compromise
anyone's well-intentioned we/they stirrings.

The exhibition as a whole may appear deadpan, satirical or pathetic –
in any case each of the constituent works turns its back on
complacency, and, in doing so, becomes material evidence of resistance
(kicking from within the sack). In other words, with all that is
stacked against the mutinous artist and the mutinous viewer, hope
could lie in objecthood itself.

Erica Von Stroheim

Here are some shots that Christophe Chemin took of me directing on the set of Otto.

Gay Paree

This is about all I can remember about Paris. The screening of Otto at the Palais de Tokyo was a big success, even though they could only show it on DVD. Several private dinner parties followed over the next few days, including one in which this creepy statue of an angel with human eyes lurked over my shoulder. Otherwise, I can only remember my dear friend Christophe Chemin falling, falling, falling. Under the table in his No Bra shirt (she has a song on the Otto soundtrack), tumbling, tumbling to a party at the apartment of Tomas of Tetu. Christophe told me he left Paris because it made him feel like jumping out of a window. After only three days there, I know what he means. It's true, Paris is a city for lovers - if those lovers are Karl Lagerfield and Satan. x Blab p.s. Note to the clubs of Paris: bad eighties music is over, and it's not funny anymore.

Istanbul

I recently attended the Istanbul Independent Film Festival. This is my MySpace friend Efekan whom I looked up when I was there. He is an art student who works in ceramics. I bought him the hat.

Efekan accompanied me to the classic Turkish Baths, or Hammam, in the Old City, where we were thumped, bumped, twisted like pretzels and fricaseed by big fat Turkish men. Then they wrapped us up and hung us out to dry.

Me doing my Mother Theresa imitation.

These are some cute Turkish boys I met and partied with. The one in the middle is Aykan. He's a hot queer activist.
John Cameron Mitchell was on the jury of the film festival, and he and I dj'd one night at a festival party. It was fun. JCM was travelling with legendary cinematographer Bobby Bukowski, whom I hadn't seen since a party in Gus Van Sant's trailer on the set of Psycho on the Universal Lot.

This is a big scary upside down statue of Medusa sitting in water in an underground cistern. Don't look at it or you will turn into Sharon Stone.
Istanbul is full of grand mosques.

First Full Otto Trailer

Oh I almost forgot. Here is the first full internet trailer for Otto; or, Up with Dead People.

Otto Party

Boy in Otto shirt at Otto Party, Berlin.

She's Lost Control Again

Okay here's where things got a little out of control. I think it was the night of the Teddy Awards. I had inside info that we'd been robbed, so we blew off the awards and went to the Zoo Magazine Party, and then we ended up at a gallery where Black Peter was performing. Much drunkenness ensues. Here is Gio sharing a pint with Travis Jeppesen's Croatian Boyfriend or something. Don't you adore his scar that he probably got in some Yugoslavian war? I do.

Travis and Gio sharing a pint the friendly way.

Gio and his penis pov.

I think this was the first time Travis ever licked pussy. Remember, there is always a first time for everything.
Travis licking Gio's armpit. It's almost like a pussy.
Travis' Serbian boyfriend biting somebody. He probably learned it in the war with the Croats or the Albanians.
Gio's glam partner in Gio Black Peter, in fox.

Medea and Maximilian

Christophe Chemin (Maximilian) in his cute Bernhard Wilhelm dress helping the lovely Katharina Klewinghaus (Medea) with her lipstick before the Otto premiere at the Berlinale. That's Joel Gibb of the Hidden Cameras in the bg.

Gio Black Peter

A couple of candids of Gio Black Peter, who plays Rudolf in Otto, and his sexy Scottish boyfriend, Neil.

Berlin Film Festival Premiere

Some of my degorgeous cast at the Berlinale: Jey Crisfar, Susanne Sachsse, Christophe Chemin, Gio Black Peter.

This is one of my co-producers, Bruce Bailey, on the night of our Berlin premiere, wearing his cape. The back end of the act is his husband and another one of my co-producers, Alfredo Ferran Calle.

Back in Black

Ok let's start with Peaches' shoes. I snapped this photo in the huge walk-in closet in Peaches' apartment in Berlin. Peaches dj'd at our Otto; or, Up with Dead People party. Now I'm not saying these are all of Peaches' shoes, nor am I saying that she is the punk rock Imelda Marcos. I'm just showing you some of her shoes. I hope she doesn't mind.



Hey Public: So sorry I haven't posted in a while. I just got back from a month long tour with my new movie, including screenings at the Berlin International Film Festival, the Istanbul Independent Film Festival, and at the Palais de Tokyo in Paris. I should have kept a diary, but I didn't. I used to "blog" all the time when I wrote my columns for Eye and Exclaim magazines, before it was fashionable, but now that everyone does it, it doesn't appeal to me so much anymore. Anonymity is so much more glamorous. Celebrity is boring! But just to be a good sport I will post some photos from my trip and comment on them. Don't get me wrong: I think it's good to have an opinion on everything. I just think that a lot of people haven't thoroughly thought through their opinions, and there are far too many haters. As Burt Bacharach once reminded us, what the world needs now is love sweet love. It's the only thing that there's just too little of. That and food and clean drinking water.

Otto Poster for the Berlinale by Christophe Chemin

Brian Kenny's Otto Posters

Thanks Brian! x Blab

More Sundance Pics

In Salt Lake City at Justin's Tuesday Night Club with the owner.


The sign for Justin's club with my names spelled wrong.


Jeremy, who plays Otto, in front of our chalet.


Sundance by Bruce LaBruce.


Justin Strange's The Revolution Is My Boyfriend tattoo, a slogan from my movie The Raspberry Reich.


Brian the Mormon Hustler But We Are All Hustlers in Terrence Koh's 165,000 dollar fox and chinchilla coat. I think it's supposed to be a joke.


Two of the co-producers of Otto; or, Up with Dead People: Bruce Bailey (in the braces) and Terence Koh (in the chinchilla). PETA please direct all enquiries to Mr. Koh.


TK in Mickey Mouse shirt by Justus Zela with Chinchilla.

Terence Koh at Sundance

Terence Koh doing his best Lana Turner imitation of life. The shirt around his head is a present to TK from my friend Justus, which he made. It features a cameo of Yves Saint Laurent as Che Guevera.

Death in Sundance

This is mostly going to be my photo/visual blog, so here are some pics from my recent trip to Bloody Sundance. To read about my exploitative exploits, check out my CBC Sundance blog at www.myspace.com/brucelabruce or go to www.cbc.ca/film which is where it was originally posted. The first photo is me, Brian the Mormon Hustler But We're All Hustlers, and Justin Strange, whose club at the Trapp Door I dj'd at in Salt Lake City, Utah.

More Otto Posters

I just love movie posters. I got my friend Dr. Wunder to do up some more poster concepts for Otto. Whadyathink?

Brad Renfro RIP

I once had the pleasure of meeting and hanging out with Brad Renfro. He was a sweet kid and we had a lot of fun. My friend Mark Hesselink took this photo of him that night. This is how I remember him. That's Bijou Phillips on the right and Sean Lennon appearing with Cibo Matto in the background.

More Preliminary Otto Posters...

Hey Kids: here are a couple of mock-up Otto posters done by a certain someone who shall remain nameless. Why not submit your own Otto poster for consideration? x Blab

Otto Teaser Teaser Trailer

This is the very first trailer released on the internet for Otto; or, Up with Dead People. It first appeared on the website Twitchfilm.net. It's really just a teaser for the teaser.

Sexy Smoking Torso

This is another illustration, by Tristan Jalleh, that first gave me the idea to make a sexy, melancholy gay zombie movie. I think it also may be the picture - I had it as my main image - that got me unceremoniously booted off MySpace after having acquired 10,000 maniac friends. Damn you, MySpace! (I'm back on NotMySpace, but it's not the same.)

Little Mister Overcast

Here is the very first illustration, by Chris Jennings, that inspired me to create Otto. But don't call him Emo or he will eat your face off!

Previously Unreleased Otto Production Still

Here is a previously unseen shot I took of Otto with his doppelganger on the set of Otto; or, Up with Dead People. It gets a little Freaky Friday at the end.

Otto Comic!

This is a little Otto comic that was created by Matt Hansen of Arrival Publishing as an industry teaser. Cute!

First Otto Poster!

This is the first poster for my new movie, Otto; or, Up with Dead People, designed by my storyboard artist Dr. Wunder for the Sundance Film Festival.

Otto Focus

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