#theresaduncan

[memoriesoftheresa]

Theresa’s games and film The History of Glamour were exhibited at Dundee Gallery in Scotland, July 16-Sept 04, 2016, curated by Graham Domke. 

[lovegangnyceastvillage-blog]

I'm going to sleep with @vanityfair magazine 💤💤💤💤 this captivating haunting story written beautifully by @nancyjosales started my intrigue with her writing, THE GOLDEN SUICIDES https://www.google.com/amp/www.vanityfair.com/news/2008/01/suicides200801/amp?client=safari Every story she's written is a must read, meet Nancy Jo on Saturday Night @lovegangnyc 8pm #theresaduncan #jeremyblake #beck #bookparty #scientology #conceptstore #eastvillage #nyc http://theresalduncan.typepad.com ENJOY

[amandamanitach]

Imagine my delight recently encountering one of my pieces sharing a wall with one of Jeremy Blake's palindrome prints at a collector's home. I've been pretty obsessed with Theresa Duncan and Blake since their deaths in 2007. If you want to go down a rabbit trail that involves Scientology, Beck, Hollywood, and one of the most beautiful, star-crossed lovers in bohemian history, google "the golden suicides" and read Duncan's blog and all the other conspiracy blogs dedicated to unraveling their story. #xanax #jeremyblake #artcollector #print #theresaduncan #art #perfectpair

[memoriesoftheresa]

Chop Suey Video Game Clips

Theresa Duncan, October 26,1966-July 10,2007

[meatybonez]

Theresa Duncan: LA & Detroit

Detroit and Los Angeles may currently be neck and neck for the contest of most reviled American city, recently replacing the New York City of the nineteen seventies as Middle America's impressively enduring idea of Hell. Having lived in both the rust belt necropolis and the Pacific pomopolis, I can attest that Los Angeles is Detroit through the looking glass, or in a phrase that went through my mind continually as I drove under endless ugly sodium lamps from freeway to freeway on first moving here, it's "Detroit with palm trees."

Now that New York has become a suburb of the suburbs (a line stolen from my dear paramour Jeremy Blake) it is left to Detroit and Los Angeles to battle it out for the honor of embodying America's fevered unconscious. Detroit and L.A. are each industry towns where citizens not involved in the main product are an afterthought, viewed primarily as seat warmers for the new Chevys or the latest giant Loews Cineplex, respectively. Culture is an afterthought in both towns, both are known for a subgenre of noir fiction, and both are emblems of sprawling urban nowheresvilles where no one can hear you scream.

And yet I find both places indescribably glamorous, inchoate and mysterious, endlessly strange and iterative, as if the street behind you is being covered over with some new fantasy by scene painters as you drive on. I'd go on to parse out the differences between the towns, but as I said, I suspect they are actually the same place, two sides of a coin palmed in the alternately icy and desert-hot hand of America, a future currency whose buying power is for strange new fast-moving forms and fantasies that are as yet undreamt of in the rest of the West...