Next Level Fucked Up
Next Level Fucked Up Vanessa Renwick

Early this year, on a clear winter night a week into Trump’s presidency, I took a bus deep into Portland’s East Side to see local artist and experimental filmmaker Vanessa Renwick perform. The event was part of a long-running, variety show series that’s held sporadically in different houses throughout the city. Renwick had told me that she planned to provide some comic relief by showing clips from a “horrible movie” called How to Strip for Your Husband, and discussing her misadventures doing camera work on it for extra money in the early 1990s. She’d sent me an online event invitation that read by way of its performer bio: “Vanessa Renwick will be doing whatever the hell she wants.”