Saturday, May 23, 2009


Dixon Place Presents

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Guest Curator: Edwin Ramoran

Saturday, May 30, 2009
8:00 pm
Dixon Place
161 Chrystie Street
New York, NY
Prices: $15.00
student $12.00
senior $12.00

Designer Imposter, KAREN JAIME, Jayson Keeling with Alison Ward and The Ruffian Arms, Rachel Mason and Mark Golamco, Ivan Monforte, and Charlie Vázquez

LIPS LIKE MY SUGAR WALLS promises an evening of world premieres by emerging artists working in New York City. As a curatorial concept "Lips Like My Sugar Walls" acknowledges the primacy of our outer layers, lips, foreskin, culo, mandala, epidermis, and labia. They propel us. We use them in so many ways. We spit, suck, sing, slurp, squirt, lick, fuck, eat, blow, flirt, and kiss. What can a post-punk, Prince-influenced mash up look, feel, sound, taste, smell like? Does it hurt, love, fear, accept? This performance showcase brings together a raw, innovative mix of New York artists. All are contemporary artists who use interdisciplinary practices to produce performative works in video, poetry, photography, and song.

The world premiere of Ivan Monforte’s short video Tres Veces reveals the artist and three other men in a racy interpretation of Paquita La Del Barrio’s ranchero song of revenge Tres veces te engañe. For the first time, Jayson Keeling collaborates on a slide show and text performance with the punk antics of Alison Ward and her rock group The Ruffian Arms. Bringing the immediacy of the edgy East Village scene, performance artists Karen Jaime and Charlie Vázquez, both dynamic writers and spoken word poets who recently performed for Hispanic PANIC! at the queer bar Nowhere, will deliver new works, including a rare appearance by Vázquez as Spittles the Clown. Designer Imposter (aka Ramdasha Bikceem), known on the queer club circuit for her fierce mix of dance music at parties like Pantyho’s, will perform new original songs. Rachel Mason and Mark Golamco, who have worked together since 2003, will play a set of their experimental, collaborative music with viola accompaniment.


  1. ::: reads title of post :::
    ::: thud as Fiqah's lifeless body hits her floor to the consternation of the visiting pooch:::

    Of course I'm not really dead. But I was seriously unprepared for a Sheena Easton reference on a Saturday night...or any other night, for that matter. As a Prince fan/art lover who was recently called out on her uptown snobbery, this looks like a damn good reason to hit the Bowery and quiet the critics. Thanks, Joe, for being a part of my Circle of Blog. :D

  2. Well I can't take credit for the name of this event but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that was 85% of the reason why I posted it. (I have always thought Prince did not get enough credit for making Sheena Easton sing the lyric "Let's get to rammin'") Perhaps we should round up the Cruel Secretary and attend? In my experience there is nothing quite as heartwarming than an evening of Lesbian performance art.

    Take that, America.

    No really, take it.