Daily Show lunatic genius
stud Rob Cordry really knows
his iPod, proving yet again that all the best people are obsessive about music.
A negative reviewof Tan Lines, a movie about an alienated gay
Australian surfer that whose producer declined to grant me an interview when I
was down there. But man, I’m so your audience! I’m still
going to see it-even if it's wretched it's still gonna hit all my sweet spots.
Justin Timberlake’s new video sucks because
he doesn’t dance, which is where his much-hyped sexiness really derives its power. Instead he tries to smolder but lands on frowny and confused,
and the glossy commercial "luxurious" texture of the film has been tired since David Fincher
did it in the early 90s, not that that’s stopped anyone from dry-humping the style until it's raw and meaningless. Also the opening
shot of the Barcelona tram may be the most the most scandalously
misguided reference to an Antonioni movie ever. Skip the frantically edited, botched Bourne and put that three and half minutes towards reviewing the truly stylish existential thriller
Passenger, but get ready to slow your metabolism down to sleeping
And here's a three minute
slice of pure heaven from Love Unlimited and Sooooooul Train, complete with a
make-believe phone call by lead singer Glodean James to the song's producer and her future husband Barry White.
Sad news this week
as my family’s close friend Hanns Ebensten passed away. Hanns (left, earlier
this year at the Key West Literary Seminar) revolutionized the concept of gay
travel—in many ways he made a mold that’s now broken, something eminently
civilized and literate that’s been replaced by throngs of shirtless men invading
exotic places to a disco beat, seeking only pleasure and vodka, blind to the
infinite variations and mysteries of the globe. Pleasure and vodka are of course fine things, but Hanns insisted that travel was as much about history, exploration and personal transformation as hedonism. I’ll write something further on him later, but for now please read
Nancy Klingener’s excellent piece in Solares Hill.
Something Nancy left out of the article but observed to me:
Hanns met his partner Brian on Speaker’s Corner in Hyde Park, when Brian posed the coded question “Do you like art?”, and Hanns did. Their park pick-up lasted 41
years. As always, Hanns defied conventional wisdom.
Hanns signing books
at the 2006 Key West Literary
Seminar where the theme was, appropriately,
Adventure, Travel and Discovery.
news: I may be doing an interview with Aiden Shaw. The bad news: it would be conducted online. So much for living out a fantasy that begins "As he reached across the table and
turned off the tape recorder.."
My friend Sloane
reported back from a weekend on Fire Island a month ago that the
American Apparel Sheer
Jersey Short Sleeve Deep V-Neck was the hot new thing; guys were mobbing
the revolutionary early adoptor queens who were busting out the $18 Tees and demanding to know
where they’d got them. By the next weekend the shirt was ubiquitous, white and
pink being the most popular colors.
We used the Deep-V
for an Island Style shoot I produced for Key West Magazine that appeared in
March. Somehow I think this rather dramatique Tee has a different effect on our
model Aaron, an extremely laid-back boat captain, than it does on the well-groomed
Fire Island set. But a Tee that highlighted waxed,
worked-out male cleavage was probably inevitable. More shots of Ollie and Aaron in the second part of this post.
It looks innocent
enough, but you’ve got to wonder what goes on after dark in the Diana Ross
Playground in Central
Park. Is it some kind of Druid-like nocturnal meeting spot for wild drag queens who want to practice
their big crazy smiles and fry their hair? Do they gather during summer thunderstorms and run over to the Great Lawn en masse, ripping up the wet soil with their high heels in tribute to their dark mistress?