Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll

I'm a bad party girl, as in I can't drink 2 drinks without falling asleep, never tried drugs etc. At this point in my life I'm too old, it isn't offered at parties anymore where I hang out. To be honest I don't think I've ever seen a line of coke...ummm let me take that back, I have, but I was too young to know what it was. I just knew I shouldn't tell my mom that the babysitter had a mirror that she snorted stuff off of. I'm fine, mom, not to worry. It was never offered to me probably too expensive to share with the kiddies.

Still, I always had dreams of being bad-ass punk rock. I think my twin set and pearls got in the way of being able to hang with that crowd. If I was ever there I left before the party started. I was the equivalant of the Narc in the girls bathroom at school. Did you have those? Adult cops posing as students? We did. We all knew who they were. The girls would wait till they left to start smoking and whatever else they did.



I clicked through to read a story today about an artist Dash Snow who died recently of an overdose. Apparently, this is no surprise to the people who knew him. He lived on the edge and documented his adventures along the way. Clicking through his Poloroid's today you get the sense of a group of friends full of life, love and sometimes conflict. The story that led me to the images is elegantly written by a person traveled in similar circles but not enough to be witness to the antics he documented. The tale was alluring enough for me to investigate him further: the sex, drugs and rock and roll is always a curious tale for me.



"Dash admitted to picking up a polaroid camera to snap memories that he could not remember the next morning, possibly to create breadcrumbs back to himself. What did his lens capture? Orgies, fist fights, vomiting, seedy hotels, bloody noses, snorting coke on a penis, hookers, etc…you name it… it was the modern-day Nan Goldin or Larry Clark peephole, but on high octane — probably explaining why both Nan and Larry outlived this kid born in 1981. His rooms were destructive, harshly lit, raw, unapologizing, damaging, and bonding.

As I write this, I’m trying to remember what the hell I had in common with him? At first thought… Nothing. In fact, I don’t identify with any death-embracing behavior. As much as I walked in and out these parties, art galleries, dive-bars, hotel rooms, and sketchy pads, it seems I always left right before the climax… right before the pants went down, before the needles came out, and before the mountains of white powder got tossed on the table. This territory was something saved for Dash’s polaroid camera."



You can view Dash's work here at Tiny Vices [warning some NSFW]
and the full Starworks article here

It's too bad that the drugs got in the way of the sex and the rock and roll