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the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation...thankfully i'm not one of them

self-portrait by kat ziegler

if life is more elastic, more starry, more immortal... (thoreau)

self-portraits by kathrin ziegler

death to ladyboy

here's a preview from KITCHEN FLOOR, the debut album of our band DEATH TO LADYBOY

track 1
Yesterday she cried on the kitchen floor
Today she asked would I be her boyfriend
It's a man's job but a woman's got to do it

track 2
I come alone & think of you
You come with her & think of me

Same same old same old story:

The hero always returns in act three

Saying I’m a good man, I just happened to act badly

Merciful lady, please forgive me

For tomorrow I marry

And I need you to think well of me

dedicated to Amy Winehouse
stay tuned
© death to ladyboy productions 2011

we cheated ourselves, like we knew we would

EXT. RANDOM BAR SOMEWHERE IN TRASTEVERE - NIGHT

KAT

(gazing sadly at her iphone)

Why isn't he calling?

STEF

Because he loves you, and the girl from last night, and the one he's meeting tomorrow...

KAT

But it was so good! He can't possibly feel the same way about anyone else.

STEF

I'm sure he's thinking of you in the final throes.

KAT

OMG! Look over there.

STEF

You mean the ladyboy?

KAT

Those hands... that skin...

STEF

That beard - yuck!

KAT

I want him.

STEF

Soon you'll be crying for him on the kitchen floor.

KAT

These Bloody Marys are so strong.

STEF

But not stronger that us.

KAT

I feel like Amy died when we were in the Pantheon.

STEF

While we were looking up at the sky through the circle in the ceiling -

KAT

And all the tourists disappeared.

STEF

I know. I felt it too.

color or b&w? that is the question

he left no time to regret, kept his dick wet
with his same old safe bet
me and my head high and my tears dry
get on without my guy

amy

you know we're no good

celebrating amy winehouse
pictures by kat ziegler

amores perros cap. 7

laika & stef by kat

EXT. PARK DAY - Laika throws herself slavishly at the feet of a ridiculously handsome, tall, dark, blue-eyed stranger with a piercing.

STEF

Funny...usually she hates men.

STRANGER

Really? I think she's the perfect dog.

STEF

Do you have any tattoos?

Suddenly, our heroine feels that life has hit a different groove.

when iggy was my neighbor

ph: kathrin ziegler

Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away, girlontape bought a little apartment on Avenue C
between 9th and 10th, and lived there happily ever after for a while.

Those years were special, radical and beautiful, and part of their beauty was strolling, lounging,
picknicking, listening to music and celebrating wigstock in our beloved and heroic
tompkins square park.

Over the hours and the seasons I got to know every tree and flower and Puerto Rican drummer
and homeless Vet in that park... and I love it as my very own.

The day my grandfather died, the park looked like this:

ph: david shankbone

To the garden, the world, anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber;
The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again,	5
Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous;
My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for reasons, most wondrous;
Existing, I peer and penetrate still,
Content with the present—content with the past,
By my side, or back of me, Eve following,	10
Or in front, and I following her just the same. walt whitman, leaves of grass

some girls get to have all the fun

kat x kat

the line of beauty part 2

kat by kat

new york vs. rome

kat by kat

At the end of the day i just want to be where my friends are... so how could i not love New York and Rome, and Paris and Berlin, plus Woodstock and Beirut, Bangkok when peter's there, and a few more places too.

another reason BA will always be special to me...

...it's where I met the amazing superKat.

I was walking down Cordoba Avenue with some people one night, on my way out of a restaurant, and she was also walking with some people, on her way to some restaurant, and for some reason the two of us started talking... a meeting of the hearts & minds, in this totally spontaneous New York way.

That was - five years ago? And I've thanked god many many times since then for giving me such an adorable, loyal friend just when I needed her; she's definitely helped me carry that load.

self-portrait by kathrin ziegler

dancing kat in club niceto • ph: yours truly

kat after dinner at our beloved café dada • ph: yours truly

woman's best friend

Es cierto que el hermoso perro negro que me recibió y acompañó en mi estadía cumpleañera en la playa es un ser entrañable y me costó irme sin saludarlo: justo cuando llegó el taxi, él se había ido de paseo. Así me escribió hoy su dueño: "Ivan te extraña mucho y te buscó por dos días."

***

During my recent beach trip I totally fell in love with the hotel's black dog: every morning he would sit next to me as I ate breakfast & rest his head on my lap. He also came to visit me in my room a couple of times, and last but not least he gracefully sat in on my birthday photo shoot. Today I received this message from his owners: "Ivan misses you, he looked for you for two days after you left."

il merito delle donne, p. 161

Libero cor nel mio petto soggiorna,
Non servo algun, né d'altri son che mia.
Cosí negli anni verdi, e nei maturi,
Poiché fallacia d'uom non m'interrompe
Fama e gloria m'attendo in vita, e in morte.

A free heart dwells in my breast.
I serve no one, belonging only to myself.
So in my green years as in my maturity,
My path unencumbered by male treachery,
I may expect fame and glory, in life as in death.

Un corazón libre mora en mi pecho.
No soy la sirvienta de nadie, sólo a mi misma pertenezco.
Así en mis años verdes como en los maduros,
Sin varonil falacia entorpeciendo mi camino
Fama y gloria espero, en la vida como en la muerte.

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