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Author Archives: Alan Ilagan

The Holiday Card 2018

I’m not going to explain this year’s Holiday Card. It is, quite simply, a reflection of our country and our world at a dim moment in our history. It is no longer enough to pretend that life is beautiful. It is time to bring the ugly things into the light, to examine and try to understand how we got here. We share this burden, and I hope we share a way out from under it. Let these images remind us of where we came from, of what we once allowed to happen, of what might possibly happen again. In this holiday season, may we find kindness and compassion and a desire to promote good in the world. May we treat each other a little better, may we find common ground, and may we reach an acceptance and reconciliation of our differences. We are all in this together.

“Those who are cannot remember the past…

Are condemned to repeat it.”

~ George Santayana

{The complete ‘PVRTD’ project may be found online on The Projects page.}

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Years and Years of Holiday Cards – Part 2

Continued from the first part, this post will bring us through last year’s Holiday Card before this year’s big reveal tomorrow. While 2010 had a sweet focus, the photo I used for 2011’s card was perhaps the sweetest one I’ve ever done, and was the first, and thus far only, time I’ve appeared with children. My niece and nephew – Emi and Noah – co-starred in this summer shot, as I pulled them along in their Radio Flyer. It personified family fun and was proof that they loved me in spite of my cut-off jeans.

Following a couple years of innocence and sweetness, the tiger in me was ready to unleash a more provocative card for 2012. With Janice Joplin’s classic ‘Piece of My Heart’ as inspiration, I staged this macabre holiday heart scene. I think I loved it most for the fact that I didn’t have to worry about my hair for the first time in forever. It’s the little things that matter. (This was also the first front and back photo card that I produced, and as such I wanted it to be striking.)

Making amends with those who weren’t enthralled with the bloody turn of 2012, I offered this saccharine throwback, which was the easiest card I’ve ever done because it had been created in the early 1980’s and all I had to do was scan the thing in. It’s me and my brother in our sleeper pajamas, gleefully surveying a Christmas morning from our childhood. I miss those pajamas.

From childhood innocence to adult/illegal activity, the Holiday Card from 2014 – aptly entitled ‘Let It Snow!’ – found me sniffing the white stuff (baking soda, if you must know the truth) – and was part of the rollercoaster journey of ‘The Delusional Grandeur Tour: Last Stand of a Rock Star‘, hence the rock-star antics on display. This might have been disliked even more than the torn-out holiday heart card as seen above.

Veering from illicit powder to lumberjack beefcake, the evergreen-backed card from 2015 was a simple and quick one-off shot from our backyard. Fun fact: that ax has never been used to chop wood, nor would I know where to even begin.

Easily my most-hated Holiday Card thus far (though this year may give it a run for its money), my image from 2016 was inspired by the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, but nobody seemed to get the baby-in-cheek humor. Hey, child-birth isn’t all rainbows and roses, and the fact that I have to explain this to people is wonky in itself. I happen to love everything about this card, especially the misunderstood reactions and across-the-board refusal of everyone to display it. In all likelihood, it will never be topped.

Finally, we have arrived at last year’s card, which was classy and tasteful and all sorts of tired and dull adjectives. It was shot in the Boston condo, and that’s a real Negroni in the gold-rimmed cocktail glass. I took about fifty photos to get this one – and when I got back to Albany to go over the goods, my fly was down in every single photo. I was going for the profile anyway, and I can finally say that I got my cock out for a Holiday Card. Meant to be.

{Come back here tomorrow for the reveal of this year’s Holiday Card…}

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Years and Years of Holiday Cards – Part 1

Tomorrow I will unveil this year’s Holiday Card (which most of you have already seen if you bothered to look at the PVRTD Project). In anticipation of that, here’s a quick look back at all the Holiday Cards I’ve sent out since 2004. (There are many others that were made before we went digital, but for the complete collection I need to do some serious archive digging, and that’s not happening this week. Besides, all that went down from 1995-2004 is best left in the past.)

The featured ice queen pic is from 2004, which was printed in black and white – an unintentional oversight on my part, but one that worked since color wasn’t key to the experience. Here it is as originally intended.

For 2005 and 2006, we went skintastic – first with a mirrored-jock cup and nipple clamps, then with the whole crucifixion scene to go with ‘The Revelation‘ project of the time (definitely a holiday project worth revisiting at this time of the year).

From not clothed to overclothed, 2007 brought my version of Santa Claus by the dumpster. Some Jack and a smoke made this a strangely beloved card. (It’s one of my least favorites, of course.)

If I’ve done something saucy like that Bad Santa, the next year I usually go in the opposite direction with something sweet or somber. The latter was in play for 2008, when I chose this simple photo that Andy took in Ogunquit. At the Beautiful Place by the Sea, this remains a sentimental joy.

The pendulum swings back to some skin in 2009, as viewers get a glimpse of upper-ass glory and a pair of wings that would play a part in ‘A 21stCentury Renaissance: The Resurrection Tour’.

2010 was a very special year for us, as Andy and I got married in the Boston Public Garden. We celebrated a few months later in Amsterdam, New York, when I wore this extravagant coat sewn by Marline’s Momma. I put it back on for this poolside shot with Andy, as that year marked our tenth anniversary as a couple, and our first as a pair of husbands.

{Come back in a few hours to see the Holiday Cards from 2011 through 2017…}

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Fare Thee Well, November…

Thirty days hath September, April, June and November…

We’ve reached the last of the latter, so let’s look back at some of the highlights of this past month. It will be remembered in these parts mostly for the PVRTD Project – my first official project in three years, and one which has me hankering to get started on the next. That’s a very good thing. Anyway, the bulk of the PVRTD Promo posts are encapsulated here, so give it a whirl.

Actually, I’m not going to do all that work. Here are the recaps for the month – do your own homework! I have holiday preparations on the agenda…

The first recap included the tail end of October, which is fitting since some of my behind was included in this post as well

The second recap consisted of a mask-bound photo and all the requisite perversion one might expect.

For our third recap, we entered the week of Thanksgiving. No going back now.  

Finally, if it seems like we just had a recap, you’re right. Here it is. And another one is on the way in just a few short days. 

 

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

To give you an indication of how much I’ve aged, I decided I need a long-handled shoe horn to get dressed in the morning. I’ll pass it off as a component of dandyism, but it’s really just age. (Mine will be much fancier than the one pictured.)

#TinyThreads

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Let’s Stroll Again

Like we did last Christmas… and the Christmas before… and the Christmas before

This weekend marks my annual Holiday Stroll with Kira. I think it’s our sixth or seventh, maybe even our eighth, and clearly no one’s counting. It’s become one of my favorite holiday excursions, whenever we manage to do it, and every year we seem to add a few new components while doing our best to maintain a couple of traditions. One mainstay is the viewing of ‘The Man Who Came to Dinner‘ – an old Bette Davis film set at Christmas time. At one point, while ice skating, they purchase a pair of ‘hot sweets’ – apparently baked sweet potatoes were once sold like hot dogs at a baseball game. As a nod to that scene, we bake a few in the oven and pause the movie when the skating part comes on to try them. We are invariably disappointed and left wondering what all the fuss is about, but we do it for the ritual.

Another tradition is a bowl of soup, preferably pho, and often somewhere in Chinatown. The latest thing we’ve added is a walk in Cambridge, from Porter Square to Harvard usually, where we peruse a couple of Tibetan stores and find something warm to wear.

The one year I did a full-blown and intricately-detailed itinerary was a year when it rained on the parade, throwing the entire minute-by-minute production into a chaotic shambles. Since then, I’ve avoided such intensive planning. This whole tradition began on a whim, and is best executed in the same manner. I can’t wait to see where this year’s takes us…

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Entertaining by Joan Crawford

I wouldn’t advise taking parenting tips from Joan Crawford, but when it comes to throwing an adult party (or cleaning a bathroom, I suppose) you could do worse than by following her standards. Now that holiday party season is upon us, we need her wisdom more than ever. (The emphasis is everything.)

Joan Crawford on entertaining at home:

 “The best parties are a wild mixture of people. Take some actresses, a bearded painter, your visiting friends from Brussels, a politician, a hairdresser, and then toss them all together. It’s especially important to have all age groups. Of course I wouldn’t want to have hippies come crawling in with unwashed feet, but all the younger people I know are bright and attractive and have something to say and they dress like human beings. Another important party secret is I always add a splash of vodka to everything. Nobody knows and everyone ends up having a wonderful time.”

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

I’m Wilhelmina Slater and I don’t get wet.

#TinyThreads

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Afternoon Sunlight: Portal to the Past

I paused in my brother’s childhood (and, well, adulthood) bedroom at my parents’ home. We had finished Thanksgiving dinner and I was lolling about upstairs in a turkey-trypto haze when I noticed the sunlight pouring into his room. At first, I couldn’t remember the afternoon light streaming in like it did. I have vivid recollections of the morning sun peeping in my bedroom at the northern side of the house, and of the moonlight coming through my window as well, but I couldn’t place this bright warm scene in my memory bank. Puzzled, I sat down on the bed and almost spoke aloud the words ‘I don’t remember this…’

I remembered dancing to ‘Dress You Up’ in this room, jumping up and down on the bed to Madonna’s early music. I remembered sneaking through the rust-colored shag carpet that used to be here in order to get to the guest room when our Gram was staying over for the holidays. I remember the whispered stories that my brother and his friend would tell when we would have sleepovers. But I couldn’t remember this sunlight.

As much a test for my failing memory and middle-aged forgetfulness, I forced myself to think back to my youth, but nothing was coming. I simply did not recall a time when the sun was this strong. It flowed through the window, in spite of the frosty panes. It roamed over the warm carpet, climbed atop the bedspread, and rose all the way up the wall. In spite of the cold, the sun heated the room. It was always warmer in my brother’s room. I wondered if that informed his disposition, whether that explained why he was sometimes sunnier than me. Cool and reserved, like my bedroom, which only saw the morning sun or the moonlight, I held my emotional cards closer to the vest. It was safer that way.

Then, as I watched the dust particles floating through shafts of sunlight, I began to remember. An old television, with the knob you had to manually turn to switch channels, once sat in front of the window. It didn’t broadcast anything but static, yet we still fiddled with it, hoping for a station to come in eventually. One never did. A box of stale dog biscuits, which we dared each other to bite. These were distant and dim memories, but still largely intact. Images and scenes without plot or point, they were there buried deep in my memory castle, and instantly I warmed at their presence.

Only then could I leave the room.

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Thank God for online shopping.

I mean, really.

Thank you, God.

Hallelu.

#TinyThreads

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Madonna in Motion

Our queen has been relatively quiet of late, putting the finishing touches on her upcoming album. It’s been reported that she is working with Mirwais, who helmed the iconic ‘Music’ album as well as the under-rated ‘American Life’ masterpiece. His blip-filled electronica/folk mash worked well when Madonna needed a new avenue at the start of the millennium, and I’m hoping they will work similar magic to conjure a whole new sonic landscape for the end of this decade.

For some reason, this feels like less of an event than the ‘Rebel Heart’ album, and that’s a good thing. A true artist doesn’t create for the purpose of making a splash, even when you’re Madonna. She has nothing left to prove – she makes music because she is still inspired and moved and has something to say. That’s the mark of a creative spirit.

As much as I’m downplaying the new album, I still can’t wait to hear it. She will always be magical in that way.

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We Are The Toothpaste Tube

As we kick into high holiday gear, there are going to be days when we are all this broke-down tube of toothpaste: hanging on for dear life, emptied and exhausted, on the verge of collapse, on the edge of sanity or the bathroom shelf.

At times like this it’s good to remind yourself that this too shall pass. Then get back out there and resume the holiday mayhem and magic. ‘Tis the season!

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Cactus Clockwork

These beauties were in full bloom for Thanksgiving at my parents’ home, so unlike my Halloween bloomer, it seems they got the holiday bloom time memo and waited until the right time. Not sure they’ll hang on until Christmas, but isn’t that an apt metaphor for us all?

I love their photo-sensitive time-frame, and the reliable (or almost reliable) way they gauge the time of the year. These may have a rebloom around Easter, signaling the end of winter, which is much happier than the start. Their color is appreciated at any time of the year, but it’s especially festive right now. My plants never seem to cooperate when I need them to bloom at a certain time – witness the Brugmansia that steadfastly refused to dangle its deliciously-scented trumpets during countless summer parties. I’ll try to change that with a few pots of Paperwhite Narcissus that I’ve been planting in waves to ensure blooms over a longer period of time. We shall see…

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Joy at the Wretched JoAnn’s Fabric Store

The coupon flyer arrived like clockwork, and since not many coupons for 25% off the entire order arrive regularly, I bit, even though the hours were limited to 7 AM to 1 PM. I was going to try the day after Black Friday to score some deals at JoAnn’s Fabrics. After over a decade and a half of shopping experiences there, I can honestly and accurately claim that the JoAnn’s Fabric Store in Colonie is the most mis-managed retail operation in existence. I know retail. I worked retail for a number of years. They suck. And I speak from countless visits where the line snaked around the store, two inept people were on the register, and ten workers paraded around the store doing absolutely nothing. 

But whatever, they are such a big company they don’t give a damn about quality service, so I long ago gave up on complaining or changing anything. That’s the mindset you need to have going into that store, unless you want to get really pissed off and angry. I didn’t and I don’t. I arrived, glanced over at the registers and saw one person there, while another worker stood at the door holding a big green balloon and doing nothing else. Completely pointless and a total waste of resources. Totally JoAnn’s Fabric. Like, spot-on brand work. Happily, I wasn’t in a rush. It was 7:15 AM on Saturday, and I had nowhere to be or go. I ran into about eight more workers on the floor. A line was already forming in the fabric section. Thank God I didn’t need any fabric. 

I took my time perusing the doorbusters and stuff, seeking out garland for the upcoming Boston Children’s Holiday Hour. I found some, along with some gifts for my niece and nephew, and made my way leisurely to the register. I passed a harried-looking woman who had stopped right before the register section Walking past her, I sensed she was pissed – but hey, don’t stop and bend down to look further and expect me to wait for your ass. Sorry. 

Two workers on the registers, and two women in line behind the two already at the counter. 

“I’m in line!” the first one shrieked to no one in particular. “I was with her,” she said pointing to someone already checking out, “But we’re separate so I’m next!”

Like I gave a shit. 

The woman behind me wasn’t having it. “Great, just two days into the shopping season and already an a-hole. I can’t stand this,” she muttered. 

The woman in front of me had a cart full of stuff. “They never have enough registers open,” she said. The woman behind me then launched into a tirade about how the fabric section had a line and no one could get a simple cut of ribbon she needed for an event that morning. I stood between the two of them nodding. It’s JoAnn’s. It always sucks. 

The woman in front of me finally had her turn. It took forever. The lady behind me explained she thought she could just rush in and get the ribbon she needed for her event and this was entirely ridiculous and JoAnn’s just didn’t know how to do anything, and I absolutely agreed. My arms were starting to get tired from holding all the garland and kids’ gifts. Still, I was in no rush, and this woman obviously was. Five minutes later, when a register finally opened (the lady holding the green balloon saw that we were waiting forever and put the balloon down to take a register) I told her to go first. She initially said no, but I insisted and she thanked me. I told her I had nowhere to go and wasn’t in a rush. (Plus, truth be told, I didn’t trust someone whose sole task had been holding a balloon at the door to check me out.)

All in a day at the Colonie JoAnn’s Fabric Store. 

PS – The garland was way overpriced, even with the sale. 

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Mid-Day Meme

For the most part, I abhor a meme. 

This is one of the exceptions. 

Because I love Pooh.

And the sentiment.

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