Julian

I comment my own history as ridiculous. It’s like Machiavelli rewriting Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. It involves a cast of thousands. It should star Charlton Heston... it’s like a pram that’s just been pushed down a hill. It’s always been fiery and tempestuous and really on the edge and it never stops. I don’t think it ever will.
On September 22rd 1966, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend's funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one Y chromosome, belonging to an unknown Italian teenage boy, made a dash for an egg in his unwed lover. Nine months later, Julian Anthony was born.
I was born as a pantomime horse
Ugly as the sun when he falls to the floor
I was cut from the wreckage one day
This is what I get for being that way
I was conned by a circus hand
Tragic as the son of a superman
"I would die for the stars" she said
This is what I get for my beautiful head
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll argue with a family member over words best forgiven and forgotten. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
I've loved alot, did more than my share of debachary, and seen the death of many close friends. some fade in the distance with time, and some will always remain a scar upon me. I carry a razor blade carving on my forhead, given to me from one such dear friend, Rozz Williams. The person who changed my life, so many years ago back in San Francisco. He taught me never to be sorry.
I remember as a child, seeing David Bowie preform "Space Oddity" on the tele, wearing silver glitter. It all started from there, club kid, actor, musician, creator of arts, self made protagonist. I've taught myself to trust all with an open heart, and to never regret anything I've done, only regret things not done.
I like the cheese on top of French Onion Soup, the cracking of Brulee on Creme Brulee. I treasure the fact that I saw the Arena tour of Duran Duran, I admire sharks, and sea turtles and can watch them swim for hours. I like mail from strangers, even the mean and off notes. I adore long drives in night fog, the ocean, new clothes, but vintage shopping, antiques, the blue coloring of a peacock, listening to rain at night, falling asleep to a voice on the phone, and skipping with persons dressed as mascots.
I don't like the word "hate", messyness, angry people or those who yell at others, milk, soda pop, and hot weather.
I don't like to touch public items with bare hands, I pronouce the first "i" in vitamin, with a short sound, and I fall down alot.
I've always been attracted to people who actually think of themselves as stars, people who actually treat life like a film or a book.
There's a lot of shit going on, a lot of sadness in the world, and to actually get something out of it, I think, is the key to life. So trying to find a community within a fucked up world is quite a goal for me. I find the warmth of other people quite a commendable thing to strive for.
And when all your worldly possessions are gathered up in black bin-liners and you've faded away to some nursing home - having inspired people, and made people fall in love with you, it's a really worthwhile thing to do.
And though I create in as many medias as I aquire, I will never call myself an artist. This is a title deemed to you by others.