I may have vanished, my cookies, but I’m not yet gone. In fact, I’m now part of a Work of Art.
I will also be performing on June 29 at the Culture Push Benefit. Spread the word discreetly - it’s our little secret(e)!
House of D’Bus: A Retrospective
Greetings my loyal subjects. It has become more and more difficult to get past my guards during this terrible house arrest. But once in a while, I do manage to bypass those junta pigs and access the internet through TOR by impersonating my publicist.
While I have my few minutes of freedom, I decided to post a retrospective of my two years of freedom before the haram police locked me down for insubordination. You will find the link here, and the slideshow below.
Yours everlasting beyond the uncanny internet valley,
-Da Unsung Suki
Forgive me, followers, for I have been sacrificed. Mbaaadly. Moving images are coming soon, as are recipes for lamb kebob a la queen. Art direction by Benji Canning-Pereira, hunk extraordinaire. Photos by the fabulous Jonathan Ystad.
Michael Clark Returns to Edinburgh After 20 Years Absence
Does anyone have £400 to spare? Because that’s how much I need to hop across the pond tonight and see legendary rebel choreographer Michael Clark’s return to the Edinburgh International Festival.
In the 1980s and early 90s, the Scottish-born artist was renown for his ballet-punk choreography and collaborating with avant-garde bands, fashion designers and visual artists. Check out this segment from Hail the New Puritans, featuring music by The Fall, costumes by Leigh Bowery, and filmed by Charles Atlas.
In the mid-90s, at the height of his career, Clark mysteriously disappeared. (He now says that drugs were to blame.) But several years ago, he reentered to the limelight (including a triumphant show in NYC last year at Lincoln Center) with his seamless marriage of rock, fashion and contemporary dance.
His latest dance, New Work marks Clark’s first contribution to the Edinburgh Festival in 20 years. Still a work in progress, New Work is set to the music of rock’s holy trinity, David Bowie, Iggy Pop and Lou Reed.
So if any of you sugar daddies are willing to shell out an all-inclusive trip to Scotland for a young, intrepid reporter, please send a check or money order to my attention, Suki Suki, U. S. of A.
Loud Objects with Tony Conrad and The Dowager Marchylove (embodied by Jennifer Walshe)
On a beautiful sunny Sunday which should have been spent outside avoiding church, I shashayed to a local Queens exhibit hall, the Sculpture Center, for a bit of foreplay with contemporary performance art.
There, I witnessed a collaboration by the Loud Objects with the always theatrical Tony Conrad and the naturally composed Jennifer Walshe for the event, “University of Trash.”
The ordeal can best be described as… furry. With green, blue and pink blobs playing music while a mustachioed Dowager Marchylove sang, clucked and ranted. Not unlike an ice cream dessert, covered with coconut shavings instead of chocolate sprinkles.
Suki Suki gives it five rice curries out of five.
Four, Five. Still alive!
We apologize for the lack of updates, dear hot and heavy readers. The Sultana Suki Suki Boeyang, empress of light majestic and creatures of earth and wind, had three unfortunate surgeries this past year to recover from (she could not decide which gender she identified most with, so she tried out all of them).
On the plus side, the operations did provide Suki Suki quite the incentive to return to her passion: gustatory herecy of the canonical cuisine.
New recipes are forthcoming. Pinky swear.
Hey Betch!
Well hello to you, my favorite part of brunch. How well you go with a heavy sundaymorningopiate.
I could really go for some brownies right now. Do I want them bad enough to go to the store? (The store is on the corner—but I’m still in my pajamas and I can’t quite fathom getting dressed yet.)
Fat minds think alike, darling.
Throbbing Gristle - Discipline
If you have tickets to the April 16 Brooklyn Masonic Temple show, the goddess Yemaya COMMANDS you to release them to Suki Suki, so Gen and I will meet and some day become one.
