January 2012
10 posts
and now he’s back in the house and he won’t get out. and the dog is freaking the fuck out because he came unannounced. and he’s making me hate myself for the third time today. he won’t stop asking how i’m doing, even though the answer is right in front of him. it’s written in scars; scars in my mouth and on my tongue and on my legs and the knuckles of both of my...
at the face of the waterfall.
at the face of the ever-all.
my putrid soul
is the ultimate goal.
and you can’t seem to have it.
you’re chasing white rabbits.
how does it feel? so close to the steal?
with the ultimate fish at the end of your reel?
i’m the face of the waterfall.
i’m the face of the ever-all.
and even in sleeping,
you know you can’t keep me.
Watchan experiment in face and expression.
©2011 Becker
model: Kris Kidd @ industry
we always did love the taste of the desert, our frail paper skin numbed by the pitch black cold of night interfering with the white hot heat of day. so it only seemed natural for it to end this way. with the taste of slate grey, cold gun metal on the insides of my cheeks, gagging on the barrel of the gun. i would’ve liked to have said something along the lines of “thank you.” or...
heading back to elementary school. giving in to something greater. forever undecided on what “greater” is. i feel the incessant urge to do something more meaningful. something more productive than standing on seamless white paper to pay the bills. i want to step out of it all. i want to be remembered for more than a few photographs. i’d like my obituary to read a little deeper than ”gave good...
December 2011
29 posts
Watch//EASTCOASTWEST//
video experiment by Joseph Quevedo
Coney Island; New York
2011
Welcome to the sex trade. London, New York, Paris, Milan. Don’t call them. Because they won’t call you. Right now, we’re on top of the world. At some French restaurant we can’t pronounce the name of. And we just took our seventy third trip to the restroom, and you’re worried about the time it took. So of course we tell you there was a line. But in reality, the only...
pppapercuts asked: You remind me so much of agelina jolie in the movie Gia. Please take that as a compliment. Youre absolutely amazing.
Hello, my name is Kris: Two time winner of the “wildchild” award, as well as the thrice-listed ‘most notable person,’ according to the “young, drunk & out-of-control” foundation. I am the million time runner-up for the “son of the year” award.
I am loud. And I am tired. I had a job, and I got fired. So, what the fuck else is new? Losing on...
hapillon asked: You're, like, my favorite model ever. Ever.
I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care....
Watch“BILLION DOLLAR BABY”
a video test by Brandon Hicks
featuring Kris Kidd
www.electricbrandon.com
BILLION DOLLAR BABY
photos by Brandon Hicks
featuring Kris Kidd
www.electricbrandon.com
pppapercuts asked: i just want to thank you for being you. my life changed when I first found you two years ago. your writing, your beauty, your mental and emotional mindset. its very intriguing and beautiful. whenever i read or hear anything you say, it makes me smile. whether it's fucked up or not because you have this thing about you that no one else has. i could go on and on, but i just wanted to share this...
03lithium asked: I feel like I missed a whole lot because I only just stumbled across you. But I wanted you to know, I find you just amazing. Your writing is lovely, as are your photos (the ones you've taken and modeled in). I'm glad I hopped on this bandwagon, even if it took a while to pass by me. xx
November 2011
25 posts
where are we? found a new friend, i fear. i think the trick is to constantly look at yourself in the mirror and imagine yourself, out of body, back at the start of it all. tear yourself down. take yourself back to ground zero and stare deep into your own eyes. then ask yourself what you “then” would do, if face-to-face with you “now.” feigning narcissism, i’m constantly staring at my own face. i...
bazuuka asked: Wheres your Facebook? D:
THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING AROUND CREW
“He doesn’t fucking care. Don’t you get it. You are so f**-ing blind. Fur and leather and platforms and dollar signs and fucking. How can he see through all that costume? No. Better question, How can he not see through all your bullshit? Seriously. He knows you don’t care, so just fucking stop. Don’t tell him anything. He doesn’t want anything. Fame? Had it, fuck it. Friends? Had them,...
Another excerpt from "YOUTH NOVELS."
“Back when Michael was still alive, and Tori hadn’t met Jared, the three of us would go to the summer fair.
We’d spent hours at Michael’s house getting ready. Tori would change outfits several times, asking Michael what he thought each individual time, standing in front of a full length mirror that he had bought just for her. Just for these occasions.
“You look great.” he would say,...
AN EXCERPT FROM MY NEW BOOK, “YOUTH NOVELS.” :
Its a strange thought, its only been a few weeks since Michael has been dead.
Feels like years.
They burned the body. Cremation, I guess its called.
And now, Michael is trapped inside of a fucking vase.
His funeral? Its a series of the most redundant and terribly vague stories ever heard. Told by drymouthed kids with fake...
