Here is a picture of Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake, the NYC “art stars” who committed suicide earlier this year. I took it at the opening of the Wolfgang Tillman exhibit at the Armand Hammer Museum last fall. I was racing about the party (as I do), taking pictures of cute boys and interesting people for this blog. I ran up to them, bounced up and down for a bit, saying hellohello and asking if I could take a quick pic. They groaned and rolled their eyes at me, and said in their nastiest lockjaw voices: “Oh my GAWD, no! No pictures!”
“PleasepleasePLEASE?” I begged. Then, before they could run away, I screamed: “Three… two… one… SMILE!” And THIS was the pose they gave me when I’d said “SMILE!”
“What HORRIBLE people,” I thought, and ran to the other side of the room to escape their noxious energy and nasty attitude. I didn’t think about them again until reports starting surfacing that SHE overdosed ON TYLENOL PM (!!!!!), and HE walked into the ocean. Did you hear me: He WALKED INTO THE OCEAN, and couldn’t BE BOTHERED to float to the surface and BREATHE!!! How insane is that?
Now, I could never kill myself. Never, never, never. Too much to do. Too much to see. Well, there’s the new fall season coming up. New outfits to buy. There’s the Sweeney Todd movie with Johnny Depp and High School Musical 3… I want to see how Lost turns out… I’ve never been to Marakesh… and THINK OF ALL THE CUTE BOYS I’D NEVER MEET! No, no, no, it would never even OCCUR to me to commit suicide.
So, I’m BAFFLED by people who do. WHY? I just don’t get it. But when I look at this picture, I totally see two people who are SO BORED with life, SO OVER IT ALL, and so dead inside ALREADY that what they did makes perfect sense. Anyone who can’t get it up to smile for a picture, or be pleasant to someone at a party, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, would have no problem walking into the ocean and not even bothering to float.
Yes, yes, yes: This picture says it all. Don’t let this happen to you.
– James St. James