Tuesday, March 22, 2005

I was completly (not) underwhelmed

Oh even before my chance meeting avec K.Lagerfeld today I met Jay on Saturday on 14tf Street. Dsc00921 Dsc00922 I asked him if he was going to the Black Party, you know considering he seemed tres into Kara Suan's leather craftiness, but he quipped back with a "does it look like any of this is my scene" as he waved his denim draped arm over the village like a queen surveying her queendom. Jay was extremly cool theaux and I thought that he was the kind of freeky funster that seems to be all but gone from New York these days. So welcome to New York Jay. Enjoy working for Banana Republique (he joked "Its just an internship"). You are in. Make fashion happen.

Karl Bloggerfeld

So anyways, my assistant came shrieking into the showroom today and said there was an unusal collezione of Japanese girls and rabid photographers clustered around Chanel down the block from where I work. Why I ask, and he comes back with those now frothy words I immediately absorbed " Karl Lagerfeld is doing a shoot on the sidewalk".

Leave desk, run down Wooster. Join the mobbe of gorgeousness. Again, this is why I live here. Anyways there was zero security as Karl Slimman erratically but gently barked a series of kind orders to some FYT (fierce young thing) working about 10 feet of sidewalk. It was all very quiet and delirious, as Karl and his dizzy asssitants uploaded the freshly shot images to a Powerbook and continued the process for about another 10 minutes, until he apparently got bored and giddily retreated around the corner into the entrance of the Chanel store. Dsc00935 Slowly the small crowd gently drifted in his direction like we were following Jesus or something, when he turned around and warmly greeted his fans. Bien sur, I was the first to say hi like a drunk American tourist, but I haven't had my Jamba Juice yet today and I was feeling light headed. Anyways this is how our conversation went.... I KID YOU NAUGHT!

RK: Karl, I love your book.

KL: Which one...I have written three....

RK : The diet book

KL: It's not available yet in America.

RK: I know, it's coming out in May....

KL: Well hopefully it works for you!

Delirious hipsters chuckle,I'm totes dying....

RK: laughing...what can I say, I'm American.....can I get a picture!?

Before this I had passed my $600 camera (duh) to some random hipster in the crowd , who snaps my picture, and asks me to pose again.... GENIUS.Dsc00936 Dsc00937 

KL: We can call this Before and After.....

RK: I know, right... you're the Before!

Karl sips her wine, and chuckles.... I shook his hand and I discreetly jet with my wundeful souvenir.

I rarely get starstruck but I had to run to see this... He worked, as always, some crazed 17th century leather queen dominatrix look avec multichains dangling across his skeletal frame and that heavily powdered perruche that positively gleemed in the crisp spring air... or was that the smell of his ridiculously liquored bref? Regardless I got to basque in the glow of His Highness today and can't wait to start my wine and cigarette diet in May!!

Friday, March 11, 2005

MEAN QUEENS

Man oh man, how fuggin cranky are these over 40 (inch waist) faggy popstars from the 80's that are gracing us with their acerbic barbs aimed at each other. I thought I was gonna die from laffter when US Weekly did a cover about how Elton Johnne has lost her mind, but trumping that is Boy George, aka The Chin (I mean the Twin), with today's brutal bruising of Madonna, Elton, Rosie, and everyone thats not in the Trinity... (or should they call it the Chinity) in Page Six.

Chin Untitled God everytime I see her out I wanna just vomit. It's not bad enough that Ms. George has bastardized everyone from Leigh Bowery (makeup is art) to Terry Richardson (porn is art) and Heatherette (fashion is art), but now he's dumping all that self righteousness into a new tell all memoir, called Straight, which of kers I have to read. I mean I'd rather read The Karl Lagerfeld Diet Book, for for fucks sake It STILL not available here in the US. How much longer will I have to MAC up my chin til that tome drops stateside.

OH and speaking of being fat, I got a text message from Ms. Hawk at the Gay VN's last nite about how once fat now flat queen Jackie Beat was KILLING with what has to be her funniest stuff in years. Jacqui I CANNOT wait til she gets here this weekend for her sad final show at fav downtown space Fez for  "Jackie Beat : The Goodbye Girl". Finally a queen that has nice things to say about people.......

Monday, March 07, 2005

SAVE TOBY!

Over a raucous mashup of drinx and laffs on Friday, good friend Javier told me about the most disturbing/amazing website of recent memory... Le premise est simple... Basically this guy needs to raise some money and if he doesn't get it, he's gonna kill Toby. I immediately thought it was Ms. Vividblurry's stawker but no such luck (i'm totes kidding VB), this Toby was a j'adorable bunny that was on the verge of becoming a succulent goulash. Check out http://www.savetoby.com/ for all the fun and sickness.Bunny

Speaking of bunnies, my pet bunny who lives on top of the TV in my room is doing fine after a devastating fall earlier this week. I may set up a Paypal account for his extensive medical fees.

Friday, March 04, 2005

BREAKING NEWS: 7day week reduced just to Sunday

If you thought housewifes were the most desperate people of 2005, try taking a look at the gay geniuses that have a velvet vicegrip on the nelly nightlife of this city...namely, why the F is everything, EVERYTHING, on Sundays now? It used to be good enough to join the true alcoholiques at the Eagle for Sunday Beer/Bear Blast and if you weren't totes wasted after that you might try to score at The Rambles. Any good guppie would be in bed by midnite anyways if they had anything ressembling a job that required *gasp* to be there on Mondays. But (G) LO AND BEHOLD in the spirit of competition and driving fags even more mental, everyone is putting all their energy into having a Sunday night party, making the rest of the week a pathetic path to nowhere. Joining the Eagle and Rambles, in no less than three months we've had to endure Cuckoo Club at Hiro (fun), the Marytime Hotel (boring), the LoungeWhore at Quo (gross), somecrap at Glo (closed), Estate/Avalon/Limelight/(scary), now just today they annouced that my alltime favorite Trannyshack will be wonderfully watered down at Splash of all places on Sundays (ewww)...Is it no wonder they all close after two weeks because of...hmm, low attendance. Please people, open up a goddamn calendar and discover the joy of days other than Sunday.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Is Simon Doonan on Law & Order now ?

From today's New York Times:

Man Found Fatally Shot on Platform in Chelsea

By MICHAEL BRICK and JANON FISHER

Published: February 20, 2005

Subway passengers found a young man dying from a gunshot wound inside a station in the Chelsea section of Manhattan yesterday morning, the police said.

A law enforcement official identified the man as Germon Cabrera, 26. He was found lying on his back on the southbound platform of the No. 1 and 9 trains at the West 18th Street station, the police said, and was wearing a black leather jacket and a dark blue shirt, with his legs crumpled beneath him.

Pretty sad story right? However if you keep reading the style mavens at the NY Times just had to put this quote in there to give the whole story a glaze of style and luxury. Was i reading an obituary or the real estate section.....

"There's a Barney's warehouse sale right around the corner," said Eva Churchill, 28, a graduate student who lives in Harlem. "It's Chelsea, it's fancy here."

Fugging dysrespekt........

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Deep in This and That. Buried.

Listening to :

Just Let Go (Tommy Sunshine Remix) by Fischerspooner

Thanks for all your hateful and kunty komments about how my blague has disappeared faster than Paris Hilton's career after her SNL appearance last night but seriously je have been so busy it's not even funny (much like SNL). And besides when it rains it pours so finally I have some gorge stuff to share, and wear.

As I am certain all queens across blogdom are gushing about, but tis true it is FASCISON WEEEK here in Gotham and finally the fashion peeps can go out and drink and drug and dress up!. Not to comment negatively but this fashion week has so far been one of the most tired and annoying ones in recent memory, and I know you agree with me if you have done any of it since Thursday. No filthy tidbits in the New York Post. Zero catfights.The Mao party was at Marquee (ew). Heatherette went mainstream. Wendy Pepper showed her stuff! OMG, READ ON!

One of the better parties of fashion week was not this year. Brilliant PR junket Mao always publishes a fashiony rag, called Mao Mag, and there is always a cute party to go along with it. Well as I mentioned before, it was at Marquis this season, a HUGE step down from the tacky/fabulous Paramount or Hudson Hotels, where previous Mao's have been held. Barn chic puts it politely as a confused convoy of fashion friendsters continously bumped and dumped $14 drinks in plastique cups all over each other. AWFUL.The ever scowling Michael Lucas was proudly pimping his HOT porn pup Wilfried Knight ("Come here I would like you to meet my superstar", he purred to me) like he was Andy Warhol introducing a can of soup.Dsc00677 Dsc00681 Speaking of A. Wahrol, I was impressed with this one chap doing Andy drag, until someone told me it might have been Phillip Seymour Hoffman underneath.. UGH.Dsc00678 Patrick looked dandy and Zelda looked AMAZING.

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The Heatherette show was FAIR at best this year. Tout le gossipe of Mariah Carey, Pam Anderson, and Miss Piggy slithering down the runway was overblown, even though the latter did make the best showing of the night. Jake of Sellout Sisters graced the stage this year as le surprise guest which didn't surprise me as he would attend the opening of an enevlope, and of course Amanda was there because it wouldn't be a Heatherette show without her (I do give props to the interview of Amanda in the new Mao Mag - it's quite graphic). The best Getty Image to date has to be the delovey and deranged Lizzie Grubman on the verge of having a fun Tara Reid moment with that tanned teet of her begging to flop out and bash Miss Piggy on her foam head. Piggy THANK GOD MTV's GIVING HER A REALITY SHOW!

The afterparty at Glo has already been immortalized by many as an epic disaster. And here's the recipe for said disaster : Take one huge bridge and tunnel club in the StraightPacking District, mix in some of the meanest 400lb door people ever ( "I've tried to be nice, but step the fuck back up!"), add 2000 lame-asses in the main room fratdancing to One More Time and Living on a Prayer, and relegate the Heatherette afterparty to a stuffy cramped mezzanine overlooking the 2000 lame-asses. It was like dangling a tiara over a trash compactor. Regardless here's some fun shots!Dsc00687

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And even though I LOVE Kenny Kenny, his latest look of bejewled enlightenment looks to have been inspired by tsunami victims or those crazy women in Kenya with all the rings that support their necks...Dsc00685 Getty Images kept refering to him in their credits as "an Unidentified Quest" which I wonder if that was a typo or intentional!

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Phillip Johnson 1906-2005

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I was saddened today to see that one of my favorite architects has passed away. In the next few days a lot will be spoken and eulogized about the great Phillip Johnson but personally I can only reflect on how much his brilliant style, candor, openness, sophistication, and genius has affected me. Your work and words have inspired countless people and will continue to do so for myself and many in the generations to come.

"I like the thought that what we are to do on this earth is embellish it for its greater beauty," he said, "so that oncoming generations can look back to the shapes we leave here and get the same thrill that I get in looking back at theirs — at the Parthenon, at Chartres Cathedral."

Monday, January 24, 2005

More Cush for the Push

Seriously are black girls fuggin hot or what? Somewhere over her rainbow was a butt that went for miles and back as I was stopped in my traxx. And like I trendspotted last month, rainbow motifs in fashion are gonna BLOWUP this year....Dsc00660_1 Dsc00661_1

You're The Bone Machine

Jack My j'adorable friend Jackee is another blogebrity that begged to be interviewed by yours jewly, and I was happy to make all her dreams come true, for me and you... He runs the filtheriffic Gay Porn Blog, and even more entertaining is his personal blog where he expounds upon more mundane things like eating bacon and getting dumped and doing dishes. Oh and he came up with this years cult porn classic Wet Palms, which I'm still waiting to be sent to me, which we realized you can do free with pre-paid NetFlix envelopes...

I sat down with Jack over a 128 ounce Jamba Juice recently and chatted about coke, the Olsen Twins, and his sick porn obsession.

RK   You are soooo SF, combining blogging, fagging, and onlining as your job du choix. Seriously tho, porn is like the new dot com! It's so mainstream these days with porn stars doubling up as real estate agents and pop stars. How did you get started in it all?

JJS When I was 9 years old these two black girls came walking down the block screaming and making a commotion. They walked past me and they threw this magazine at me. It was this newsprint bondage magazine filled with truly bizarre drawing of women tied up and stuff. I kept it, but didn't know what to make of it. A few weeks later I told my sister that I had it, (she was 10 at the time), and the next day she snuck into my room and taped the centerfold up on my wall. The centerfold featured was a drawing of a woman tied up with clamps on her nipples. I believe she might have been on fire, too. My sister was funny. From pretty much then on I've been obsessed with porn and have come up with some pretty crafty ways of getting my hands on it. About 5 years ago I started reviewing porn for HX (as "Lance and Butch") if only so I could get review copies. From there, I became a judge for the GayVN awards, which means I would literally get hundreds of review copies. Porn is sort of like cocaine in that way: the more you do it, the less it affects you, but the more you want it.

RK     Being gay is great because we celebrate porn instead of hide it like my roomate in college did. Poor thing used to use his own spit as lube which, I don't care what people say, doesn't work.What do you think your life would be like if you were *gasp* a breeder? 

JJS   God, my mom asked me that one day after a PFLAG meeting . Its such a bizarre concept, because on one level being gay has little to do with who I am: I'm no circuit queen and I rarely listen to Cher. But on another level, it has everything to do with who I am: If I was straight I can't imagine that I would obsess over Jonathan Adler.

RK    I know Jonathan, he has amazing skin for a Jew. Ok, two part question : Have you ever auditioned to be on a reality TV show, and if you could eff someone famous who would it be and why?

JJS  Up close his skin isn't so great. I've never auditioned for a reality TV show for fear of making a fool out of myself. However, last year my porn-entanglements afforded me the oportunity to be on two "newsy expose" TV shows about the porn industry. One was for Swedish TV and the hosts pretended to be auditioning for Wet Palms, the hit gay porn soap opera I co-wrote and created. The other was this show for the BBC that was doing a profile on Precious Moments -- er -- I mean Michael Solider. I had to pretend that I was a cameraman filming a scene that Soldier was directing. Michael's never really directed, and I've never really filmed a sex scene, but we were both more than happy to pretend once they pointed a betacam at us.

RK    I saw the most amazing show about ABBA the other night and it had all these clips from Swedish TV. I love how the Swedes are trying to create the perfect society much like gay men in the mid 90's did. But somewhere down the road they fucked it all up, quel surprise. Speaking of perfect, any thoughts on the Olsen twins?

JJS  That's a question a child would ask, but not a childish question. I don't know if I have the room or time to get into it, but for some, the child star fascination is like waiting for something bad to happen. For me, it's not so simple. They were cast on "Full House" when they one years old. Neither their parents nor the producers of the show had any idea if they'd turn out pretty or if they'd even ever be able to read their lines. And yet, they ended up saving the show. Their movies (most of which I've seen) are terrible, but they released them so frequently, that they act as this text which document their childhood and their maturation. Never before has a child's growth been so well-documented. In their earlier work they play themselves ("Mary-Kate and Ashley") but as time goes on, they start to take on different roles: In "Billboard Dad," they become Tess and Emily Tyler. In "Passport to Paris," they're ex-patriots Mel And Ally Porter. In "Our Lips Are Sealed," they're Andrea and Karla Frauenfelder and go into the wintness protection program. It's like the logical, commerical conclusion of Cindy Sherman's artwork.

RK   OMG do you have "Passport to Paris"... if not I was gonna get it for you. They sell it for $7.99 at Duane Reade. You have 374 friendsters. How many have you fuckstered?

JJS   I only have 334 at press time. I've met most of them, too. I'm not some fronter like LINUS who finds people and just goes through your list stealing your friends. I once came up with a formula: The Friendster Fuck Quotient, where you count the number of people you've fucked, divided by your total number of friendsters and then multiplied by 100. Mine was really low thanks in part to my Victorian sexual sensibilites and in part to the fact that, unlike some queens, I actually accept friend requests from women.

RK  You dyke. Thanks for making me yer friendster JJ Shams!