Unfortunately I’m addicted to dreaming. If you mean getting lost in fantasies, ideas, hearing tunes, seeing rhyming couplets…the whole schmear; book, music, lyrics. I win all sorts of awards dreaming. I’ve won the Tony and wept uncontrollably giving my thank you speech at least a dozen times in my imagination, usually in the bathtub, in a warm bath.
- James Bidgood
i adooore the use of colors and lighting in james bidgood’s stuff; it’s like a soft, technicolor chiaroscuro. in the 1960s and 70s he created all these dreamlike sets in his tiny apartment out of peach boxes, egg crates, crepe paper, tulle, tin foil, and trash, living in them for weeks and photographing hustlers and nightclub dancers and random people his friend brought over. he also spent seven years making the fever-dreamy film pink narcissus, which was credited to anonymous for years and years but is a bit of a queer classic now.
~ Gay couple arguing outside Walmart (via dacelio)
