Doing the BUTT
Ive always been quite fond of mixing high brow and low brow. In dressing, drinking and social events.
Last night was a perfect mix.
I started out at Jamie Drake's book launch at the Pace Gallery on 57th Street. His new book is all about American Glamour and is packed with lush interior shots. All sorts were at his shindig: art, interior and fashion flocks converged. Mayor Bloomberg popped by since Jamie has been working with him for 18 years. He walked by, shook my hand and said, "Hey another nice hat!"
Either he remembers me from the Gay Pride event at Gracie Mansion or he thinks Im someone else. Who knows, but it was quite fun.
After a couple of cocktails and buying a book (BTW never buy at these events. I paid $50 and on Amazon it is $27! But if you want it signed, of course buy, but if you know the author, like I know Jamie, buy off Amazon and messenger it to them to sign)
we all clear out.
Jamie had a dinner at La Cote Basque but I had cocktails and a BUTT magazine party to attend with Justin.
I meet Justin at the W Union Square and we saunter over to the National Arts Club for cocktails. What a fabulous place. I love it more every time I go. We just sat in overstuffed old sofas and gabbed while drinking martinis in the parlor.
At 930 we decided to head down to the Cock for the BUTT party. But wait, we have to sop up some alcohol so where shall we have a quick bite? Katz's deli of course! The famed Lower East Side deli was the perfect spot, and all the more exciting since neither of us have been before. I order a chili dog and Justin orders brisket. While I am on my way to get a glass of water a little boy shouts at his dad, "Daddy, looks its a celebrity!"
"Why do you say that son?"
"Because his hat matches his boots!"
The dad and I about fell out laughing so hard. I turned around and said, "Well I am glad someone noticed!"
After dinner we walk over to the Cock. BUTT magazine, published in Amsterdam is the hottest cult rag in the fashion/gay world. I write for their brother publication, Fantastic Man.
The party was filling up fast with uber hipsters. We headed downstair (previously a dark room, eew) and I got to see Gert and meet Jop, the founders of the mag. Rufus Wainwright was there (another new member of the National Arts Club!)as well as my favorite artist Anthony Goicolea. I saw lots of fun people I havent seen in a while but after several beers my chili dog kicked in and I had to hightail it home to Harlem.
In my haste I forgot to get my free magazine and T shirt that were reserved for VIPS! :(
Last night was a perfect mix.
I started out at Jamie Drake's book launch at the Pace Gallery on 57th Street. His new book is all about American Glamour and is packed with lush interior shots. All sorts were at his shindig: art, interior and fashion flocks converged. Mayor Bloomberg popped by since Jamie has been working with him for 18 years. He walked by, shook my hand and said, "Hey another nice hat!"
Either he remembers me from the Gay Pride event at Gracie Mansion or he thinks Im someone else. Who knows, but it was quite fun.
After a couple of cocktails and buying a book (BTW never buy at these events. I paid $50 and on Amazon it is $27! But if you want it signed, of course buy, but if you know the author, like I know Jamie, buy off Amazon and messenger it to them to sign)
we all clear out.
Jamie had a dinner at La Cote Basque but I had cocktails and a BUTT magazine party to attend with Justin.
I meet Justin at the W Union Square and we saunter over to the National Arts Club for cocktails. What a fabulous place. I love it more every time I go. We just sat in overstuffed old sofas and gabbed while drinking martinis in the parlor.
At 930 we decided to head down to the Cock for the BUTT party. But wait, we have to sop up some alcohol so where shall we have a quick bite? Katz's deli of course! The famed Lower East Side deli was the perfect spot, and all the more exciting since neither of us have been before. I order a chili dog and Justin orders brisket. While I am on my way to get a glass of water a little boy shouts at his dad, "Daddy, looks its a celebrity!"
"Why do you say that son?"
"Because his hat matches his boots!"
The dad and I about fell out laughing so hard. I turned around and said, "Well I am glad someone noticed!"
After dinner we walk over to the Cock. BUTT magazine, published in Amsterdam is the hottest cult rag in the fashion/gay world. I write for their brother publication, Fantastic Man.
The party was filling up fast with uber hipsters. We headed downstair (previously a dark room, eew) and I got to see Gert and meet Jop, the founders of the mag. Rufus Wainwright was there (another new member of the National Arts Club!)as well as my favorite artist Anthony Goicolea. I saw lots of fun people I havent seen in a while but after several beers my chili dog kicked in and I had to hightail it home to Harlem.
In my haste I forgot to get my free magazine and T shirt that were reserved for VIPS! :(