Kramer’s response to Maureed Dowd re “his read” on Prop 8:
“DON’T WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO HAVE RIGHTS? I AM ASHAMED OF YOU THAT YOU HAD TO ASK ME THAT QUESTION.” [New York Times]
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A photo from Marc Jacobs’ 2007 Holiday Party in the Rainbow Room at Rockefeller Center. The theme was Arabian Nights. Sadly, the 2008 party was cancelled. Damn economy. — B. Espino.
It’s no secret that this homo-neurotic obsesses over Esquire. Since the publication of it’s first issue in the fall of 1933, Esquire has defined the modern gentleman–smart, sophisticated, ironic, and always progressive. Beyond what you’ll read/see in other men’s magazines, Esquire has featured some of the most influential, often literary, men in it’s pages. Earnest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Langston Hughes, Ezra Pound, Truman Capote, Gay Talese, Gore Vidal, Norman Mailer, Tom Wolfe, Philip Roth, and Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., are only some of the men who’ve contributed to the success of the magazine. This year marks the 75th anniversary of the magazine, and in an era of new media, paperless communication, and failed publishing ventures, fingers crossed that Esquire will continue another 75 years of “Man at his Best.”
WHEN BOBBY MET KYLIE - so i walked by starbucks on varick and spring and noticed a familiar face in the window sill. i went in to get coffee because she was there with her boyfriend Andres Velencoso. I worked up my nerve and said… “i hate to interrupt you guys but is it ok if i annoy u with a picture, KYLIE?”
she said yes id have to punch you in the face, jokingly, then said “of course, come here.” i’m still shaking. i said honestly i cannot believe i’m not going crazy cuz i’m a megafan. youre my michael jackson. she laughed and then i told her i just got a depeche mode lyric tattooed on me THIS VERY weekend in her body language font. she was genuinely flattered and said “come on, take off the duffel!” so i showed it to her, she was like how did the guy get the font and i corrected her that my tattooist is a “gal” and that we took it from the bodylanguage live dvd. we took a picture and her assistant said it was coming out dark. kylie said let’s go to the sunlight!
and we took another and she asked my name. i said “bob,” and she said “thank you so much bob.” i said i’m sorry to bother u kylie and she said, “please you are entertaining ME.”
and she said quote of the day. I said what was? she said “you’re my michael jackson. im going to be remembering that all day.”
then she asked, “did we come out beautiful?” i said, you did of course (i’m in gross mode today of all days) and then she pointed to her face and said please have you looked at me today. i said, “yes, but you’re KYLIE.”
Images from the new film about the interconnected lives of three of the most influential Spaniards of the 20th Century — painter Salvador Dalí, filmmaker Luis Buñuel, and poet Federico García Lorca. Named after Dalí’s famous painting, “Little Ashes” explores the all-consuming relationship between Dalí (openly omni-sexual) and Lorca (famously gay). The film stars Spanish actor Javier Beltrán as Federico Lorca, Robert Pattinson (Twilight, Harry Potter) as Salvador Dalí, and Matthew McNulty as Luis Buñuel (pictured above).
Maybe you’re not as cynical as I am. But I figure the number one reason to attend today’s Prop 8 demonstration in New York City is the potential for husband seeking. Seriously. Thousands of ‘mo all pro-commitment gathering in one place? Geezus, if I don’t find my future husband tonight, then I don’t know what.
On Prop 8:
“The image of a kid holding a book (about gay marriage) is profound. Unfortunately, the backers of Prop. 8 used King as an example of how a young mind can be corrupted, rather than how it can be opened.” [PW]
On The Republican Party:
You think of the republican party as a party, like the British Conservative party. Well it isn’t. I don’t think the British Conservative Party is much better. Republican Party is a mindset. They love war. They love money. They’re out to hang on to all the connections they have… To W to Bush… Through their various objectives. [Telegraph]
Eek! This is going to sound really, really gay but… Pop Rocks (the best Thursday night party ever) is returning to Bar 13 this Thursday Night with DJ Chip Duckett at the helm. [SpinCycleNYC]
RED CARPET SEASON for the book world is in full swing. Think horn-rimmed eyewear and sensible shoes in place of Balenciaga gowns and vintage Van Cleef. Even amidst economic woes—or even because of said woes—checks and statues alike are being tossed out to a ravenous hoard of writers from the balconies of the world’s finest foundations and trusts. Here’s a brief overview* of winners with clues about why they matter (or don’t).
The Winner: Euro-polyglot, novelist, and “man of the world” Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clezio. J.M.G published his first novel at 23 and has lived in Panama, Thailand, Mexico, Nigeria, France, Mauritius, and the good ol’ USA.
The Prize: The Nobel Prize for Literature includes a diploma (cubicle art!), a gold medal of Alfie’s profile, 10 million Swedish krona ($1.4 million US) and a lifetime of bragging rights.
The History: Established in the will of 19th century “dynamite tycoon” Alfred Nobel the literature prize has been awarded since 1901. Past winners include nobodies with last names like Morrison, Camus, Faulkner and Hemingway. Incidentally, the Swedish Academy came under fire this year for claiming American lit was too “insular.”
The Future: Getting a Nobel is like having the biggest cock at an all-star porn convention. It’s big. And winners will forever be taught in high-school – their ideas defining what future generations will think about when they think about boring summer reading.
*Next week the Booker, the Gellar, the Pulitzer, et al. Oh. And. Um. You may think you’re above reading books that win fancy awards. But guess what? You aren’t.
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