Back in Rio, I barely had time to get reaquainted with my home, much less even begin to recover from the long whirlwind of people, places, travel and events before it would all start right up again. I am very pleased with my first order from the price to the check out to the shipment. […]
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The next day, my ever-industrious Paulista cousin, Theo Castilho showed up again at the Lizard Lodge Hotel where we were holed up. This time he came bearing a rare invitation to me and the now calm and collected love of my life. Cousin Theo asked us to join him as his Guests of Honor that […]
read moreThen it was off to the airport bright and early the next morning. Onward to São Paulo, Brazil this time –and just in time to stop over there for my old Skull Ring brother Iggy Pop’s upcoming show. My wife glad to see me in action again I’m gonna buy new bed this week, haha. […]
read more“Jonathan Shaw is the great nightmare anti-hero of the new age”. I think that pretty much sums it up. -Alessandra
read more1. Can you explain to me exactly what is the post-modernist tropical muralism in South America? What inspired you in it? IM GLAD YOU BROUGHT THAT UP… not. IT’S REALLY JUST A LOAD OF LANGUAGE, SOMETHING I MADE UP CUZ I WANTED TO USE SOME BIG FANCY WORDS FOR THIS ART MAGAZINE INTERVIEW… IF YOU […]
read moreIt’s 2 am and she’s laid out as beautiful as a poet’s holy vision right there on my sofa, the most perfect vision I have ever dreamed.And I touch her and run my hands over her sleeping form, feeling like I’ve just touched an angel. And I can die happy now, because, just for today […]
read more“Jonathan Shaw is the great nightmare Antihero of the new age.” -Iggy Pop
read moreFinally, after twenty-plus years of coaxing, cajoling, pleading and basic needling on my part, my ol’ scallywag brother, Jonathan Shaw has put pen to paper, dragging and drudging up virulent and violent memories of his not so cute past and present. Been waiting too long for this. So have you, whoever you are, believe me. […]
read moreJust got off the phone for a long time with Jonathan. Finally he’s had a moment to call me (the original cosmic waif who got lost in the greasy São Paulo summertime) in between bouts of toxic dance-offs with Narcisa, The Dakini who wears the skulls of her victims so proudly around her throat, God […]
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