Prices were refreshingly low at Pop Souk, the smash-hit shopping bazaar organized by Ms. Ladyfag this past weekend.
The few pricier items included “Time Tranny,” a rare Swatch Watch from 2000 adorned with a photo by David LaChapelle of his transsexual muse Amanda Lepore.
The seller wanted $300. I hope he got it because I have the watch, too!
Mine is mint condition with the original packaging.
And as much as I adore Amanda, I’ll sell her in a heart beat!
Any takers?
WHAT: Last night’s fab bash thrown by chic “transversal style magazine” Candy, which is published in Madrid.
WHY: Kiss goodbye to NYC Fashion Week.
WHERE: Le Bain, the rooftop bar and lounge at the Standard Hotel, offering gorgeous skyline views!
Rumi Missabu, right, of the legendary gender-bending hippie troupe the Cockettes, was in town from San Francisco.
Fashion plate Sophia Lamar and Candy founder and publisher Luis Venegas.
Touchy-feely performers Nath Ann and Justin Bond.
Photographer-artist Jeremy Kost (thanks for the invite!) and madcap journalist Gerry Visco.
Paul Mpagi Sepuya, photographer of sexy guys and currently an artist-in-residence at the Studio Museum in Harlem.
Darn, my photo came out blurry of this cute Spanish duo—Pepino (Check out his great party pix) and La Crawford, star of Candy‘s premiere issue.
Another Spanish beauty.
Me and the always amazing Amanda Lepore. Guess which one of us is really a man!
Kenny, eternal queen of the nightlife.
They chronicle the trannie scene—Samara Riviera, left, and Sassy.
Stylist Cameron Cooper and leather designer Zana Bayne. She shot some fab pix of the event, too!
It was a wild night! Muchas gracias Candy!
As Sylvia London and I left my apartment building last night a few snowflakes were falling. How sweet.
We were on our way to a party for Olympic skater Johnny Weir‘s new book, Welcome to My World. (Thanks for the invite, Spin Cycle!)
I think Johnny is fantastic. He exemplifies the flamboyant self-confidence of a new queer generation! I was determined to get a photo with him.
As the bash wound down, someone told Sylvia and I about the debut of new gay party, just a hop and a skip away.
So we might as well walk, right? Even though the snow was piling up by this time.
At first, our little jaunt was a playful adventure.
But being outside soon lost its appeal.
Unfortunately, the party did not meet our high standards of fun. So we did what any smart drag queen would do—We hailed a cab!
Our destination was G Lounge‘s Boybox party, which features an accomplished ensemble of striptease artists.
As an extra bonus, the hostess was flawless sexpot Amanda Lepore, who told me she was recently a guest judge on Austria’s version of “Top Model.” She’s such a celebrity.
Then Sylvia and I trudged through the snow in our high heels one last time to catch taxis home.
Today my calves are killing me! Johnny Weir, I know your pain!
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(Huffingtonpost posted a photo of me, Sylvia and one of the gay blades from The A-List.)
(See more pix from the night on my Facebook page.)
