After a day of running bout town after a photo of this, that and another celebrity, sometimes you need to take a moment to switch it into a different gear.
And that’s just what I did on Thursday night by attending Andrew Hahn’s 1st gallery installation in the heart of Chelsea!
The “Pop Destroy” exhibit depicted, what I found to be, a retrospect of yester-years, playing like a cavalry of flashback in tri-color – starting with a painting of Heatherrette’s MAC’ed out Richie Rich and strolling down to club deity buddies like Lee Chappell (below pictured with Ernie and Sebastian Junior,) Keoki, Peter Gatien, Jackie-O, John Waters, Leigh Bowery, Gary Glitter and onwards to political types like Harvey Milk, Bush and Church State issues. No small feat given the artist was in diapers during the mayhem.
Ominously absent was any piece of Mr. Party Monster himself – Michael Alig, who I understand is scheduled for release next year. (That’s a comeback party I anxiously await!) Although I have to say his contribution to the era was clearly represented (and I would swear there was at least one piece that could double for the Disco 2000 creator… (but all the same, watch your back Mr. Hahn, Alig doesn’t take kindly to being snubbed! Clearly…) But I can understand holding on to the controversy card – it is best used wisely…
A congrats to the artist on a successful show – and all that jazz, cuz I luved me the art.
And I was most tickled to see and reconnect with folks of ole, really I was, but where the fuck is my likeness hanging, Mr. Hahn? Don’t you know a fabulous nobody when he is standing right in front of you? You better get that goddamn sketch book out and start to capturing this shit! Or I will be the one to give Alig your whereabouts.
Add’l photos provided by Artist
So “The Wrestler’s” comeback, Mickey Rourke, lost out to “Milk’s” Sean Penn at this years otherwise boring ass Oscar awards. Don’t tell me you are surprised!
A shame really, if only for what coulda been a most entertaining speech. Let’s face it, Mickey shoots at the lip with bite!
And as I somehow knew he wouldn’t grace the stage at the Sunday ceremony (as a winner,) I rushed my ass over to the LA Italia Fest, a few days earlier, and witnessed the mask presentation he was bestowed, as special honor, for something or other.
I still luv me some of him. I Know first hand how wholesome it is to hang with the Chihuahua loving star, so I couldn’t be happier for the many other accolades he has received to date.
You bring a right dose of crazy to table, Mickey! We appreciate it greatly. But that bald guy needed to go the Milk route! Hands down, ass up!
Kudos! I’m ready for that bathroom tryst anytime…
I ran into Milk’s genius scribe – writer, Dustin Lance Black at a West Hollywood coffee spot while he chilled with a friend. The same man I predicted would win a few weeks back!
I rushed to the opportunity of congratulating hotness, personally, on his recent gold win – I could barely think of a better way of wrapping up my last hours in LaLa-Land.
He is not only yum-ness – the man is lickable – but still sweet enough to take a moment and chat up a stranger.
I can’t help but wonder what will he do now… Where does a man so young go after winning the most highly coveted award in the entertainment industry – one that some spend a lifetime daydreaming about.
Well I was to busy trying to hide my tingling sensations in private locations and my desire to tongue him in his private place to ask him about that (and the photo I shot of him at the WeHo spot was exclusive so I can’t post it,) but here is the gay world’s super hero, photographed while at a pre-oscar party at Chateau Marmont.
And Dustin, If you need a seedy, drug laden, sensationalist story fueled by outrageousness and blackouts – call me! I’ll happily give you the rights…
James Franco conjures up dozens of wicked thoughts. And that is simply achieved by looking at him. He bares an unassuming laissez-faire attitude that oozes confidence coupled with mischief.
His league of fans is vast and strong. Whether he is reincarnating James Dean, playing a stoner or being the second fiddle to Spidey, he is the focus of attention. Lean, long and lewd are what come to my mind…
So when I learned Franco would be appearing at the “Times Talks” series to discuss his role in the controversial docu-pic “Milk,” costarring Sean Penn and Diego Luna, I raced to witness his exit.
Clad in a grey suit, fag in hand, Franco failed to disappoint. ‘Looking forward to Milk,’ I said. “Thanks!” he responded with a grin. I all but dropped to both knees to await my milk, as he walked to his awaiting car. ‘Milk does the body good,’ I wanted to reply.
We won’t have to wait much longer as the film releases in limited engagement by end of November.