Jacob Kessler

An aged ex-Club Kid prepares to re-enter queer nightlife after years of leading a nomadic crust-punk lifestyle in the squats of New York City.

A fragmentary 16mm portrait of the lonely lives that haunt Chicago's underground rap scene. Alienated youth seek transcendence amid chaotic crowds, deafening noise, and the allure of occult aesthetics. The gaze of surveillance, both real and imagined, affirms their indignation.

A Satanic holiday is celebrated at a queer DIY space in Chicago. As police raid and permanently shut down the venue, excess pleasures persist to the musicality of a malfunctioning police radio. In the onslaught of lights and noises, audience members find a curious indifference to their source.

An aged ex-Club Kid prepares to re-enter queer nightlife after years of leading a nomadic crust-punk lifestyle in the squats of New York City.

An aged ex-Club Kid prepares to re-enter queer nightlife after years of leading a nomadic crust-punk lifestyle in the squats of New York City.

A fragmentary 16mm portrait of the lonely lives that haunt Chicago's underground rap scene. Alienated youth seek transcendence amid chaotic crowds, deafening noise, and the allure of occult aesthetics. The gaze of surveillance, both real and imagined, affirms their indignation.

A Satanic holiday is celebrated at a queer DIY space in Chicago. As police raid and permanently shut down the venue, excess pleasures persist to the musicality of a malfunctioning police radio. In the onslaught of lights and noises, audience members find a curious indifference to their source.