Tag Archives: Fabulous Events

Never having seen nightlife phenomenon Ladyfag before sunset,  I naturally assumed she’s a blood-sucking vampire.  (Vodka-cranberry in her glass or virgin plasma?!)

But it turns out she can withstand the light of day!   This coming Sunday she’s organized Pop Souk, a noon-to-6pm fashion extravaganza featuring loads of indie designers and fabulous folks selling off their fabulous cast-offs.

 

 

Ladyfag herself is clearing out her closet.

Finally, my chance to nab some of her incredible eye-catching attire!

 

 

I can’t wait to show up to one of her events clad in her old clothes!  Ladylinda!

 

I didn’t want to start promoting Lady Bunny’s new show, That Ain’t No Lady, at La Escuelita nightclub before I could see it for myself.  I only recommend superior products!

So what’s the verdict?  Was I delighted by last night’s debut, which Bunny referred to as a “mess rehearsal?”  Yes, precisely because it was so messy!  Technical difficulties, an unmemorized song list, and a smashed banana prop helped create a perfectly goofy framework for her retrospective of crude, rude, cornball jokes and song parodies.

Bunny vowed from stage that the rest of the show’s run (through October) will be slicker, but there’s absolutely no need.  Watching Bunny have to hilariously improvise her way through the topsy-turviness was the best part!

 

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The show included several figure-flattering costumes.

 

Who was there, groaning and moaning to Bunny’s “zingers?”  Lots of her old-time pals, including Perfidia, Billy Beyond, Bobby Miller, Barbara Patterson Lloyd, Lurleen Wallace, Miss Guy, Lahoma Van Zandt, Katie Krocodile, David Yarritu, Jimmy Paul, Dany Johnson and Ande Whyland.  I attended with Angela Di Carlo, who’s (relentlessly) promoting her own show.  And popping on stage for a second—in flats!—was Carmen Carrera from RuPaul’s Drag Race.  

After the show Bunny let loose by madly shimmying around the club to dance classics from her younger days—a consummate performer dedicated to entertaining her fans both onstage and off!

 

Enjoying a post-show dessert.

 

 

 

 

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...

 

 

Guess who showed up at Rapture, the mammoth lesbian Pride party I hosted this past weekend…

Alex McCord and hubby Simon Van Kempen from The Housewives of New York!

I found them perfectly delightful—down-to-earth, jokey and very happy to be at the event.

After my introduction, they gave a rousing short speech for gay rights and led a toast celebrating New York’s new same-sex marriage law.

The brunette, the redhead and the blond.

 

With nautical go-go girls Stormy Leather, Bianca Dagga and Evelyn Vinyl.

 

Simon opted not to perform his new dance song, “I Am Real,” which was probably a good idea…  It’s kind of an acquired taste.