Fatima Conley Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

Project MUSE Mission

I love it here – all them hidden nooks and crannies, like that little alley behind Northside Market with graffiti art that’s just "so, so raw." Was it by a local artist? Maybe. Hard to say sometimes, ya know? Conley’s got layers, like an onion, tears all over the place, but in a good, feel-all-energy kind of way.

Obituary: Steve Conley Mar. 31, 1953 – Feb. 12, 2025