If you haven’t heard about Where, then you’re obviously not homeless, an artist or a pornographer. The eccentric, inexplicable-unless-you’ve-seen-it space welcomes anyone into its foul-smelling bowels who has a “project”–or simply no place else to go. Of late, however, the notorious storefront’s walls have been seeing a lot goings-on they don’t want to talk about, namely the wide range of snuff porn that has been taking place there.
Considering the confined space, powerful stench and grim aesthetic of Where, it’s obviously quite a Dennis Cooper wet dream in terms of the perfect location for the most macabre of snuff movies. Those leasing out the space have turned a blind eye to all the strange hanky panky going on in there in order to film it all for their website, taking a cut of the pornographer’s profits whenever applicable. One of the co-owners, who preferred to remain anonymous, stated to The Burning Bush, “I mean, yeah, it’s kind of sad or whatever that people are dying. But at least they’re dying for art.”
The most popular snuff movie spawned from Where’s confines is entitled simply Snuff, named in honor of Irvine Welsh‘s short story in The Acid House. The plot of the film is fairly experimental, consisting of five characters who have an orgy and then decide to kill each other at the same time via small crucifix impalement. Bushwick Daily heralded it “a masterpiece,” but we’re calling it more of “a masturbator’s piece.” In any case, if you’ve got loose ambitions to become a snuff pornographer, the space will be open to the public until October 12th.
Written by Genna Rivieccio