Damn I'm always doing this backwards. Okay this is a crazy sculpture in the apartment of the Italian architect Carlo Mollino who, according to the website - http://www.docevita.com/design/mollino/mollino.htm - was a designer, architect, genius, obsessed with drugs, sex, and extreme decoration. Aren't we all. And here's an explanation of this apartment/museum that I visited, by appointment only, mind you, courtesy of the website eyesing: http://eyesing.typepad.com/eyesing/architecture/index.html. "Mollino was a student of the occult (!) and obsessed with the tomb of the ancient Egyptian royal architect, Kha, which was housed in a
museum in his hometown. Like the ancient Egyptians, Mollino believed that the human soul was made of semi-divine parts that survived death. To that end, he spent the last 14 years of his life decorating this apartment, just as Kha decorated his pyramid in his spare time. Mollino never stayed the night here (another luxurious apartment was his primary residence) because it was essentially his own modern day pyramid, decorated with the things he wanted to take into the afterlife." Okay so the apartment was very spooky and I had a really strange nightmare after visiting it. I was visited by a succubus in my sleep. She was a dwarf, and she was trying to suck the life energy out of me sexually. We ended up in the bathroom and I beat her with a woman's high heel shoe until she turned into steak tartare, literally. (I'd seen a homophobic man in a pin-striped suit eating one in Brussels.) Mollino is also famous for his collection of dirty polaroids featuring women in various states of undress. He kept a collection of women's lingerie and high heels to photograph his subjects in. There was a single pair of high heels in his Egyptian pyramid room, which also contained his boat bed which was supposed to command his soul to heaven. It's really trippy; you had to be there.
One of Mollino's hot chair designs.
Mollino's apartment.
Mollino's apartment was full of double mirrors, one in front of another. It has a mystical significance. Those are my friends Slava and Brian reflected in the mirrors.
David Lynch cameo.
Slava taking pics in the toilet.
Okay this wasn't at Mollino's apartment. This was in my hotel room. I was the only one who got a whirpool bathtub, so everyone was dropping over for a whirl.
A random boy takes a whirl.
Earlier, outside of Slava and Brian's party, Terence Koh and Gio Black Peter get messy hot.
At Slava and Brian's party Ron Athey dances old school leather bar disco realness with Christophe Chemin.
All that green.
Ron and CC really hit it off because they're twisted sisters.
This is the new crotch dance. All the old school kids are doing it.
Studio 55.
The aftermathparty. Toilet terror.
Glamoo Terence Koh and Jop Butt.
Sailor Moon.
Well it
was cold in Torino.
Dirty Tom Ford Butt.
Jop's product got trampled.
There goes CC again, falling...
falling...
falling...
Go ask Alice.
TK's first dj gig. He played Toxic five times. People left.
Damn I'm always doing this backwards. Okay this is a crazy sculpture in the apartment of the Italian architect Carlo Mollino who, according to the website - http://www.docevita.com/design/mollino/mollino.htm - was a designer, architect, genius, obsessed with drugs, sex, and extreme decoration. Aren't we all. And here's an explanation of this apartment/museum that I visited, by appointment only, mind you, courtesy of the website eyesing: http://eyesing.typepad.com/eyesing/architecture/index.html. "Mollino was a student of the occult (!) and obsessed with the tomb of the ancient Egyptian royal architect, Kha, which was housed in a museum in his hometown. Like the ancient Egyptians, Mollino believed that the human soul was made of semi-divine parts that survived death. To that end, he spent the last 14 years of his life decorating this apartment, just as Kha decorated his pyramid in his spare time. Mollino never stayed the night here (another luxurious apartment was his primary residence) because it was essentially his own modern day pyramid, decorated with the things he wanted to take into the afterlife." Okay so the apartment was very spooky and I had a really strange nightmare after visiting it. I was visited by a succubus in my sleep. She was a dwarf, and she was trying to suck the life energy out of me sexually. We ended up in the bathroom and I beat her with a woman's high heel shoe until she turned into steak tartare, literally. (I'd seen a homophobic man in a pin-striped suit eating one in Brussels.) Mollino is also famous for his collection of dirty polaroids featuring women in various states of undress. He kept a collection of women's lingerie and high heels to photograph his subjects in. There was a single pair of high heels in his Egyptian pyramid room, which also contained his boat bed which was supposed to command his soul to heaven. It's really trippy; you had to be there.
One of Mollino's hot chair designs.
Mollino's apartment.
Mollino's apartment was full of double mirrors, one in front of another. It has a mystical significance. Those are my friends Slava and Brian reflected in the mirrors.
David Lynch cameo.
Slava taking pics in the toilet.
Okay this wasn't at Mollino's apartment. This was in my hotel room. I was the only one who got a whirpool bathtub, so everyone was dropping over for a whirl.
A random boy takes a whirl.
Earlier, outside of Slava and Brian's party, Terence Koh and Gio Black Peter get messy hot.
At Slava and Brian's party Ron Athey dances old school leather bar disco realness with Christophe Chemin.
All that green.
Ron and CC really hit it off because they're twisted sisters.
This is the new crotch dance. All the old school kids are doing it.
Studio 55.
The aftermathparty. Toilet terror.
Glamoo Terence Koh and Jop Butt.
Sailor Moon.
Well it was cold in Torino.
Dirty Tom Ford Butt.
Jop's product got trampled.
There goes CC again, falling...
falling...
falling...
Go ask Alice.
TK's first dj gig. He played Toxic five times. People left.
4 comments:
God how I wish I was one of the random guys to take get soaked in your hotel room!
Scandalicious post Bruce!, you really captured how our bones kept melting all night, but hey, The Crotch Dance saved my life.
NICE!
But okay, Despite the Mollino necrophiles presenting a grandiouse vision of Mollino's modern pyramid, I honestly think his secret tomb room with the boat bed, ladies heels and cheetah fabrics that everyyone was forbidden to enter, was really his own tranny closet.
(No doubt he was a breeder, but He did enjoy controlling the underwear that passed through his women, I noticed that in his photos right away)
Let's just hope your sucubus nightmares arent resulting from the CURSE of entering the TRANNY TOMB OF THE CROSS-DRESSING KING!
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