Showing posts with label defenestration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label defenestration. Show all posts

Friday, May 16, 2008

The Defenestration Building: Part 3

Sometimes while cruising through the streets of San Francisco I stumble upon some glistening, confusing gem that calls me in. And then, I research the hell out of it.

I was lucky enough to have this experience on the north side of the old Hugo Hotel, which now boasts an RIP mural dedicated to the late Barbara Bode Falcon.



I'd say the iconic images of voluptuous women with Venus of Willendorf exaggerated femininity beckoned me in like a prostitute's protective solicitation, but then again, that probably wasn't it, since I never make it into any of the sex shops on Sixth St. So, I decided to dig a little deeper than the clothing on the skin and the paint on the walls and figure out the back story behind these notorious characters.



Barbara has been immortalized in graffiti and tattoo culture through her childhood relationship and later marriage in 1961 with the underground cartoonist Vaughn Bode. They bore a child together two years after, Mark Bode, and remained together for a roller coaster ride of ten years before their divorce in '71.

In his comic strips, Vaughn Bode constructed a fantasy world where jive talkin' lizards and a drunken wizard stroll through enchanted forests dotted with prancing, well-endowed women. The curvaceous figure and resilient spirit of Barbara Bode Falcon inspired the form of these women dressed in myriad revealing costumes. The icons were soon stamped into history with the publication of Vaughn's work, "Bode Broads."

I realize that this depiction of Barbara Bode does not have much to do with her real life. In fact, it only describes the life that Barbara took on in the setting of Vaughn's imaginary world, a world hugely obsessed with hyperbolic femininity. Such is the fate of art. Let's take a look at this world.

Vaughn Bode spent his formative years contributing to the underground Manhattan comic scene with the likes of Robert Crumb and Spain Rodriguez in the 60's. After joining the staff of the independent publication, the East Village Other, he spearheaded his own all-comics supplement to the newspaper, the Gothic Blimp Works. During this period Bode released his most famous character, Cheech Wizard, which he claimed to have concocted at age 15, 2:30 in the afternoon, many years prior. Bode published Cheech in the National Lampoon for a number of years.

Depicted as a star spangled yellow hat packed tightly over a red leotard, Cheech Wizard never reveals his face to the reader, and when he shows it to a fellow cartoon, his lovers and interpolators go blind or fall into paraplegic spasms. It remains a mystery why Cheech's identity produces such psychic deconstruction in his viewers. But we must expect an intelligible reason, since Cheech does not conjure magic but rather methodically causes it through his effortless antics.

Self-proclaimed as the cartoon messiah, Cheech often discusses metaphysical questions with his disciple, a slower minded yet insightful lizard. However, Cheech spends most of his time in more down to earth affairs. He searches out parties where he can find cold beer, potent weed, and seductively loving women. The characters speak in an urban slang that borders on the incomprehensible to the poetic. The stories often end with Cheech furiously kicking someone of the male species in the testicles.

Bode aimed to breathe a life into his characters in radical ways that extended far beyond the traditional medium of ink splotched paper. He toured a popular show featuring animated impersonations of his characters while their images were projected on a screen behind him.

Late in his career, Vaughn Bode considered his own life just as much as a piece of artwork as the fantastical world he constructed. After moving to San Francisco with Barbara and Mark, Vaughn started to publicly question his sexual identity.

No doubt influenced by the burgeoning transvestite subculture in the City as well as his ongoing exposure to a more experimental youth culture, Bode soon self defined his own gender identity as somewhere between "auto-sexual, heterosexual, omnisexual, masso-sexual, sado-sexual, trans-sexual, uni-sexual, omni-sexual."

He transformed his appearance from a self-described straightedge "Kennedy" into an androgynous glamor queen with billowing curly hair, long manicured nails, and dark eyeliner. Taking his obsession with the feminine form to the next level, Bode looked into surgical reconstruction of his body, but gave up on the idea when hormones killed his libido.

Bode presents his sexual exploration in two autobiographical works, Confessions of a Cartoon Gooroo, written in a formal essay style and Schizophrenia, published as a thoroughly animated comic strip.

On July 18, 1975 Vaughn Bode died in a tragic accident while experimenting with autoerotic asphyxian, the practice of heightening masturbatory pleasure while strangling oneself with the noose. Although he had succeeded in the practice beforehand, this time a necklace got caught in the noose, constraining it from giving out.

Despite Vaughn's unfortunate fate at the young age of 33, his work lives on. Mark Bode dedicates his life to sustaining the precious worlds that his father constructed. He recounts that Vaughn made him believe at a young age that Cheech was a real wizard, living in the urban jungle wilderness.

They would journey to visit the foul mouthed Cheech but alas, he was always fast asleep and unresponsive in some distant crevice or sewer. These experiences forever inculcated Vaughn's fantastical worlds into Mark's own imagination. Now an artist in his own right, Mark tends to channel the energy of his father's work.

The work of Vaughn Bode also touched many early graffiti writers, notably the works of Dondi and Seen who were attracted technically to the bold lines and vibrant colors.

They drew most inspiration, however, from Bode's ambitious artistic project in crafting intricately connected, self-sustaining worlds, an objective that graffiti artists themselves hoped to achieve on New York City's subway cars. Painting a Bode character now takes on the ceremonial weight of a right of passage in much of the graffiti world.



Let the characters of Bode live on!

Peep some of the comics here.

In these videos of the 1974 Comic Con in Toronto, Bode talks about his life as an artist, the comic publication industry, and the development of his character. Bode reminds us artists to stay true to themselves and always try to come up with their own style, their own worlds.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

the Defenestration Building: Part 2

Copped some shots of the finished murals on the Defenestration Building. ICP and TMF crews representing hard. Remember the ICP Mac Dre mural on Langton Alley?








Friday, May 9, 2008

The Defenestration Building: Part 1


Passing by Sixth Street's infamous Defenestration Building on the corner of Howard I happily noticed some artists painting the most intricate and colorful pieces that have ever graced the boarded up facade of the Hugo Hotel.

The vibrant aerosol lettering softly laced over years of other names written on the walls, other stories crafted and displayed for the sake of uplifting one of San Francisco's most disregarded and unappreciated neighborhoods. This multi layering of the graffiti, a continuous urban cycle of affirmation, neglect, and reaffirmation, reflects the very history of the Hotel and community itself.


The four-story Hugo Hotel, a mini behemoth of brick masonry, is credited as the first of its kind on Sixth Street. It has been without tenants since a fire burned out a number of the rooms in the 80's.

Inspired by the abandoned building, Brian Goggin transformed the weathered exterior into a public art installation in 1997. He suspended street ravaged furniture in mid air, whirling and shrinking out of the skinny tenement windows and from the roof.

In the staging of the opening defenestration festival, Goggin and his group of artists revealed what they hoped would be a self-determinative gesture of defenestration for the community, a reclamation that "throwing out" or abandonment take on the spiritual act of release. A breadth and an shaking off of frustration.

My eyes dart upwards to catch the bearded grandfather clock in animated suspension, trying desperately to lift up the couches and tables corkscrewing out of the boarded windows, defying gravity, and I cannot help but suspect that the future of this neighborhood no longer holds the promise that it once seemed to have ten years ago. The falling furniture appears more overwhelming than joyful.


As part of the Sixth Street Beautification Project, the San Francisco Redevelopment Agency (SFRA) aims for an incremental approach to urban revitalization of the community. This approach includes the construction of modest income housing and commercial revitalization that turns on the ideal of retaining core affordability while encouraging development.

The SFRA admits that the new objective evolved in response to criticism of their redevelopment projects of both the Yerba Buena and Fillmore districts that displaced thousands of low-income residents with the razing of buildings and new construction of malls, condominiums, and recreation centers.

Included in the body of powers of the incremental approach is the use of eminent domain, which means, the agency can seize private property at what it deems to be fair market value if the property is seen as a blight to the community.

After years of disagreement with the owner of the Hugo Hotel, Varsha Patel, who has been asking for a selling price of four million dollars, the SFRA initiated in January the process of seizing the property by eminent domain. Considering that Patel has refused to compromise for the past twenty years with interested buyers as well as the agency, allowing the burnt out building to deteriorate further, it surely seems that the SFRA fairly employed eminent domain.

We can add on top of Patel's refusal to sell her outspoken contempt for the community "They can put the low-income people somewhere. . . you can be homeless somewhere in Idaho."

Despite the redefined objectives of the SFRA, what lies in the future for the Hugo Hotel and for Sixth Street? Will they raze the building completely and construct an affordable income housing unit with benefits for the locals? Or will it be a high density condominium unity that marks a new era of displacement for Sixth Street?

Lowering my eyes to the bright, twisting colors of the murals on the ground level, the furiously beautiful letters that slowly emerge from the boarded walls, reclaiming the dilapidated behemoth for ourselves, I realize that at least a sliver of that future is up to us.