The Observer stood in the middle of a first-floor studio tucked into what may be the last ratty stretch of Avenue B, eyes closed and arms held aloft, and ducked into a leather chrysalis.
We were being fitted for a “man-corset,” an anachronistic emblem of female oppression that once gripped only courtly ladies but now in New York can outfit any gender.
Our shit was about to get tight.
We weren’t expecting a New York screening of a film about a Chinese dancer to be a heavily Australian event, but that’s what Monday night’s special showing of Mao’s Last Dancer at the Crosby Street Hotel was-its director, Bruce Beresford, is an Aussie, and the screening was presented by Australian Consul General Phillip Scanlan. The Read More
In the new film The Mystery of Claywoman, about a 500-million-year-old woman/prophet everyone seems to be looking for, Amy Poehler appears in a series of sketches for the film with Debbie Harry as her French lesbian lover who writes a book about Claywoman. The film, which was written and performed by Michael Cavadias and Read More
There is to be no more upbeat music for downtown kids. Motherfucker, which billed itself as “the biggest Rock party in New York City,” is dunzo, according to one of its four organizers, someone named Michael T. Always held on the eve of a major holiday, the party was first thrown over Memorial Day Weekend Read More
Out of The Daily Transom mailbag yesterday came an extra special invitation. Like a pair of beacons on a foggy horizon, all pink and precious, was the announcement of Amanda Lepore’s birthday party, which will be held at Star Lounge tonight. Then we realized that the fog wasn’t fog at all—it was déjà Read More
Where Dreams Come True: Making the scene with Robert Verdi, Amanda Lepore, Janice Dickinson, Miss U.S.A., Miss Universe and porn queen Jenna Jameson, who answers the question, “What residue are you left with as a byproduct of your career?”
The Pud-Pounder: Doug Dechert, who’s currently working at pimping out Page Sixer Richard Johnson’s Read More