TROUBLE IN CLUB PARADISE: Death, drugs, drunkeness, disaster… bad vacations in literature, news and film reimagined on Cape Cod. 12 polaroids

CLUB PARADISE 2017-2019: don’t be a tourist, investigates the intersection of vacation culture, capitalism and the future of human consciousness. 

You will find Club Paradise video, print, essay, photography, mail collaboration and links on this page  that I change every so often:


The projects examine the deeper meaning of contemporary time off: the selling of nostalgia, the marketing of adventure absent in workers controlled lives, colonization of vacation areas, worker migration, and the use of memory and consciousness to control workers’ minds. Tourism, one of the world’s largest industries, is viewed as dividing people, hastening environmental damage, the extinction of species, the growth of refugees, migrants, and terrorism.  


Club Paradise is filmed, photographed and informed by my experience on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. The Cape is a glacier-carved, peninsula paradise where Wampanoag peoples roamed 10,000 years before Europeans arrived. The contemporary summer migration that swells the populations of Cape Cod and Islands is compared to early nomadic tribes led by their shaman on the tracks of game. Only now the game pursued is a state of mind, a workers’ consciousness, tolerant of capitalist slavery. 


A nomadic shamanic consciousness is proposed to heal this precarious moment in planet history. It is necessary to create paradise at home. To conserve resources, cultivate austerity and mindfulness of the interconnectedness of all beings. We must hold the idea of anima mundi as our relationship to the world. A deep awareness of our connection to nature is crucial.


“Therefore, we may consequently state that: this world is indeed a living being endowed with a soul and intelligence … a single visible living entity containing all other living entities, which by their nature are all related.” Plato






Club Paradise 02:11 An advertisement for a fictional resort suggests memory and nostalgia are used by corporate interests in the vacation industry to produce a workers’ consciousness tolerant of capitalist slavery. With Blaine Reininger music. Destany Foley.


Last Exit 00:47 Poetry dialogue with screen grabs from the bleak, noir, 1945 Club Paradise. Beginning and ending with gunshot murder, this Club Paradise was released the same year the US bombed Hiroshima. Last Exit becomes a romantic vacation advertisement that comments on perception, storytelling and propaganda. With Jeff Crouch music.


Welcome 03:14 The Cape island trader, Trip Barnes, talks about the seasonal economy of his island and describes the armies of imported workers needed to service vacationers for three months every year. He describes the effects on the environment, community, housing problems (his personal solution), and the politics in his personal life. Photography, video, Martha’s Vineyard.


Cabo Peligro 06:54 Surrounded by a burning world at war with itself, only vacation sites are conflict free. Here we encounter an on-call AI mixologist crafting custom memory enhancing drinks for vacationing workers. Rafael Gonzalez music and photographs. Destany Foley.


Tears In The Night 01:34 Club Paradise is always here, a video poem ad for Club Paradise. With Jeff Crouch music and image.


Moon On Fire Meditation 00:37 Super Blood Wolf Moon eclipse January 2019. With Jeff Crouch music and digital images.


Race The Sun Meditation 00:52  With Jeff Crouch music.



In POSTED, Rafael Gonzalez, in Tenerife, Spain, returned seven postcards I sent to him from Cape Cod, Massachusetts, USA. Rafael altered the photograph on the card. On the address side, Rafael stamped it and described his vacation. Or has he? We can not know if his written words are truth, memory, or dream.

The cards have become souvenirs, a memory aide of an experience that may or may not have occurred. Rafael’s notes are a revealing message. They tell a story that can be compared to the work of dreams. But what is the card trying to tell you?

The cards are trademarked with wings, the messengers wings, maybe even angels’ wings, because angels bear secrets. Yet even if the words are not true, or memories, or a dream, they are a secret message intended for you.

SENT is an experimental mail art project with Jeff Crouch. The postcard messages are a secret story without beginning or end. Is a card lost in the mail? Who is writing to whom? What are the motives of writer and recipient? The writing on the back of the cards suggest a narrative different from the usual holiday tourist seeking memories to consume later. Influenced by Derrida’s Postcard, the cards are a secret that serves a purpose we can never know.