thanks @kriskidd for the love! (at www.wolfandman.us)
Today. // Cc: @marcjacobsintl ⭐️
Kris, you are an absolute muse (inspiring strength, honesty, creativity, art, style, glamor, I could keep going...) modern day muses are such a rare thing <3
That’s so kind and thoughtful of you to say. Thank you!
Can you recommend any good nonfiction books? I have to read 3 for language arts and I don't usually read them so yeah.
Anything by David Sedaris is great.
JT Leroy (depends on your views on nonfiction lol)
Check out this clip from my interview with USC broadcast journalist, Christina Savan!
Is your book considered nonfiction or fiction? This is probably a really dumb question but I'm just wondering.
Not dumb if you haven’t read it!! It’s nonfiction, all the essays are autobiographical.
WHAT DO I GET OUT OF THIS
Terrible people doing terrible things. This shit is all my fault, and I don’t care. Honestly, I’m shallow. Water, dark and murky with unintentional indifference and rage. Raw and passionate; stale like my cigarettes. I’ve got cavities in my mouth that are constantly out to remind me that I am young and I am stupid. “You’re dying!” They say, and it gets louder every time, but I’ve got nothing to say, and I’ve got thousands of strangers who are dying to listen. They crowd empty streets, and they’re dizzying, spinning. and I’ve never been all that great with human interaction, so I stumble; heavy footed, light headed. and I land with one foot in the gutter and one foot in the gold. And if I think hard enough about it, I’m pretty sure that I could find a deliriously metaphorical sentence to sleep adjacent to my previous one. But i can’t, so gutter wash and acid rain, city filth burns my skin and I’d really love to say that this is the end for me, but I’m far too good at faking intelligence to convince myself that it is. I haven’t felt sorry enough yet. Sorry enough for age fifteen. For being a liferuiner, a sinner and a whore. I never have been sorry enough for killing my father. I haven’t been turned far enough inside out yet. I haven’t felt the full weight of the world on my shoulders and I haven’t experienced a fraction of the pain and embarrassment I’ve put out into this great big white world. So, the cavity’s call increases with age, and as my teeth continue to rot to the beat of the summer heat, they remind me that I am a lack of nutritional value. I am empty calories and I’m no good for you. “You’re young and you’re stupid and you’re self absorbed and you’re dying.” They say. and I let them.
Kriss Kidd “Cavity’s Call” (via alansassby-is-my-soulanmial)
Latest shoot with Kris.
Photos will be up at the art show!
Myself by Aaron Feaver for ONE Magazine