KENNY SHARF'S BOOK RELEASE PARTY AT PORTS 1961

LET AN OBNOXIOUS WHORE RUIN YOUR EVENT!



(THIS PIC BY AMBER FOR PATRICK MCMULLAN)

Bun-Bun stepped out last week (it was within walking distance from my dump) with Billy Beyond to celebrate the release of Kenny Sharf's new book. Kenny and Keith Haring ruled the NYC art scene when I arrive in NYC in the mid-eighties--uless you count Jean-Michel Basquiat, which I don't--and even though Keith was a total sweetheart and his work became more mainstream, I personally preferred Kenny's more detailed, ornate, outer-space cartoon characters. But I'm no art critic, that's for sure. I also dj'ed at The Tunnel in the room designed by Kenny and the black lights and fun fur walls provided a perfect back-drop for me to lure studs into the booth where I would literally blow them by putting on long songs while I gobbled their long shlongs. Call me the dj with a bj--she REALLY sucks!

AND SPEAKING OF GOBBLING...DOUGH-NUTS HAVE BEEN A RECURRING THEME IN KENNY'S RECENT WORK.



But I've always connected Kenny with upbeat fun and one of my fav memories were hanging at his lovely home with his lovely Brazilian wife and mischievous daughters, one of whom had broken front teeth giving her an especially impish grin. I am good with kids and pets, but tend to work them up into a lather and then leave them to their parents/owners.

KENNY IN HIS INSTALLATION IN THE 2007 ART PARADE



THE ALLURING MALIA SHARF, FORMERLY KNOWN AS SNAGGLETOOTH, POSING WITH HER DISTANT AUNT BUNION (pic by Billy Erb)



Boy was I shocked to be reintroduced to his brood, who are now well-turned out young ladies with boobs! Of clubbing age! And still delightful. Billy had to leave early so I hung around for a minute, but in a small, brightly-lit retail environment, this moose on the loose can be a trifle overpowering, so I made a brief appearance, sadly missing Joey Hairy-Ass who showed up late. My camera broke, but Billy did capture a few pics, including this bizarre profile shot. You don't attend a Kenny Sharf retrospective without a bubble helmet shaped wig--it simply isn't done! (And yes that is a Christmas ornament I'm recycling as an earring.)



I was bellowing loudly "I certainly don't want a free book!" and "I wouldn't even consider having it autographed so please don't offer"--on and on and on until Kenny said "Come by the studio and I'll give yoo one. I turned on my heel and said I didn't want one. Just a pig in a wig--my trademark.

And Billy snapped these detail pics of my pitiful man-icure hopefully camouflaged somewhat by my oversized ring and clock my purse!



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