“Every Night in Drag” is a historical photo essay by drag queen Linda Simpson documenting a fantastic New York City queendom, from the late 1980s to the mid 1990s.  (Posted every Monday and Thursday.)

 

FLASHBACK #2

SPRING 1989


UPDATE: PHOTOS MOVED TO EveryNightInDrag.com

Chris, photo shoot for My Comrade magazine.

 

 

 

The restaurant is called Lips, yet I neglected my lips for the drag restaurant’s 15-year anniversary bash!

Why the heck did I choose a soft color lipstick?

Not a good idea!

 

I should have borrowed some lipstick from Yvonne Lamé or Sherry Vine... I mean after disinfecting it.

 

Last night I made up for my mistake by going bold—visible even in a washed out photo (my favorite type!).

 

“Every Night in Drag” is a historical photo essay by drag queen Linda Simpson documenting a fantastic New York City queendom, from the late 1980s to the mid 1990s.  (Posted every Monday and Thursday.)

 

FLASHBACK #1

AUGUST 1992

 


UPDATE: PHOTOS MOVED TO EveryNightInDrag.com

 

Flloyd in the Pyramid Club dressing room.

 

Tonight I’m attending an ultra queeny affair—the 15-year anniversary of the drag-themed restaurant Lips.

When Lips opened, I remember it was dismissed by the hip drag contingent as being rather cornball and old school.  Guess who got the last laugh?  Lips is going stronger than ever since moving last year from the Village to a much bigger and more glamorous space on the East Side.  (But it’s not NYC’s oldest draggy restaurant; Lucky Cheng’s has been around since 1993.)

Sequins and feathers will be on display tonight!  The Lips esthetic is flashy Vegas showgirl meets Auntie Mame.  Is it modern?  No!  Do the titillated straight customers like it?  Yes!

 

 

Back around 2000 I worked for a a couple of years at Lips co-hosting “Bitchy Bingo” on Wednesdays.  The crowd didn’t really get me and my sophisticated sense of humor(!), but I did enjoy bonding with the staff, including queen-in-charge Yvonne Lamé, who is ridiculously grand and shameless.  Many times after work we hit the town and got into all kinds of booze-fueled naughty trouble (She is a slut)!

 

 

Speaking of naughty…

As a Lips customer I caused a bit of scene one night, which was salaciously and cattily written up in Next Magazine!

 

 

Hmm, maybe I’ll get lucky again at tonight’s party!

I was beyond fashionably late to gossip journalist Michael Musto’s book release party a couple of nights ago.

But I still managed to catch Mr. Musto and some attendees, plus it was a good chance to check out the Copacabana nightclub, which relocated this summer right across the street from where I live.  You never know when I might want to take up Salsa dancing!

 

At the Copa, Copacabana, hottest spot north of Havana!

 

Who dot girl? Me! Checking out party host Michael Musto!

 

Vanity Society, who reigns as Emperor of the Imperial Court, and Flotilla DeBarge, who reigns as nothing.

 

In keeping with the title of Musto's new book, performer Dirty Martini stabs herself in the back as she poses with the author and Murray Hill.

 

After the party I hung out with journalist Gerry Visco who revealed that she buys all her makeup at 99¢ stores in Spanish Harlem. Gee, I didn't think she spent that much!

 

Latin music legend Celia Cruz smiles down on me and dashing Chaz Kourday.

 

Final photo of the night: panic stricken Dirty Martini whisked away in a cab. I still haven't heard from her...