karma row: vintage cults and clothes

Ohmygoodness, I’ve been so very neglectful of this blog, sorry townsfolk:) Between my workshop, which is always so appreciated, and therefore gratifying, a couple of commissioned essays and artist statement consultations, I’ve been pretty distracted/busy. I’ve also officially opened my Etsy shop, romanlovesgigi, which gives me an inexplicable giddy joy. Maybe because I’ve always been […]


fashion matters: the shift

With the endless crazy shifts in the weather, one day pouring buckets and 65°, the next sunny and 85°, the idea of the tunic/shift/shirtdress appeals more and more to me. Something about the right drape to a loose garment, and of course the airiness it provides. A spaciousness that allows for layers, under and over, […]


happiness is a warm gun: an interview with max carlos martinez

I met Max Carlos Martinez, or Maxy as I call him, about 15 years ago via friends who went to Skowhegan with him, a network we’re both still close to. He, like I, often had big loft parties back then, and we avidly attended each other’s. He often reminds me of how I brought to […]


wiggin’ out: a virtual exhibition of wigs in contemporary art

Culturally and historically, hair has been a marker of everything from social identity to sexuality, and wigs especially conjure associations with masquerade.  As objects that signify the body, they can be alluring, comical, or abject. No wonder so many artists have used it for its material and allegorical associations. I’ve mentioned here before my fascination with wigs since I was a girl, coveting the platinum versions worn by […]


vignettes of the nite LVII: the crimes of genitalia

I shared this very racy photo that got censored from the Bruce LaBruce interview I did for The Believer (finally, its up!) in a Happy Birthday post on FB and turns out this person is embroiled in some legal shite such that if it hadn’t been seen and removed ASAP, it could’ve been used by […]


vignettes of the nite LVI: just the scraps

Sometimes its the simple things that can save a crappy day. Like a good vegan recipe (frankly, hard to find), or the vision of Bambino, one of two feral cats I feed. Staring at me across the long yard behind my building, Madonna (his mother) nowhere to be seen. Confident silhouette against the fence somehow declaring he’d […]