I wasn't even gonna go to Day 3 of RuPaul's DragCon NYC — only because I was physically drained from the first two days, and wanted to hit the Broadway Flea Market, where I always find something cool.
So I headed to the event, got a nice shot of Tyne Daly, missed getting a (paid) pic with Chita Rivera (!) by less than a minute, and quickly became flustered by the impenetrable groups around every table. They don't shut down the damn streets, leading to clogged sidewalks. Impossible! As I left, I spotted the plastic awning from The Boys in the Band, all 6' of it. That I scooped right up, making the trip worth it.
On my way home, I gave in and returned to RDCNYC — and I'm glad I caved!
Day 3 was well worth the 90 minutes I invested.
First, tons of guys decided, perhaps because it was Day 3 and they felt emboldened, to walk around with their asses out. Sunday was Bun Day.
I also ran into Instagram cosplay king Michael Hamm, who was so adorable. I asked to take a pic and he unselfconsciously struck a pose like it was for his first album cover. He's rockin' platinum-blonde hair now.
I had fewer name-brand queens to get, but the ones I needed were elusive. Katya's people, Detox's people and Alyssa Edwards's people all firmly said NO to more press, leaving me in the lurch, but I was at least able to snag long-distance shots of Detox and Alyssa, who were not completely hidden from view. I did the same with the consistently hard-to-crack Miz Cracker.
I was happy to get a cooing Blair St. Clair (her people had been all NOOOO the day before) and Alexis Michelle's brilliant, broken-down Norma Desmond, and I also got to chat with the incomparable Coco Peru. (Later, as I left, this young fan was leaving and saw Coco posing with a guy near the escalator. “There goes a living legend right there,” she said, in awe.) I congratulated Coco on Trick 2 and she was lovely, juggling me with a pic-with alongside Mayhem Miller.
Marti G. Cummings was out on the floor near Detox's encampment, so — check!
I spent some time at the Amanda Lepore table just as Trixie Mattel arrived to say hi. It was a feeding frenzy! She posed with Amanda and then tossed freebies into the rabid crowd.
Another fun twosome was Asia O'Hara with Mexican Day of the Dead-head Kalorie Karbdashian.
My luck continued when Detox happened to sprint past me as Amanda Lepore was posing out on the floor, which led to my getting several good shots. I asked Detox if she minded that I was going to shoot as she walked, and she threw me some playful faces. (Michelle Visage had thanked me but said no to the same request the night before.)
On my way to try Katya one last time, I saw Gia Gunn with several other queens, yet another example of me having no clue who was there in the first place — I swear I had no idea she was there in spite of walking the floor hours every day. I also had had no idea that Carson Kressley had a dedicated booth, but got him, too.
When I got to Katya's booth, there was a mile-long line but she was leaving, so she ran up and down the line. “Do not approach her!” her minders warned everyone, the idea being that she was going to quickly high-five everyone in line 'cuz they weren't getting anything else. I thought it was really nice of her to try to give them something.
My best luck yet came when I followed a bunch of cute boys in jockstraps over to Miss Fame, thinking a pic of her with the hotties would be fun. She wound up not posing with them (but her sexy sidekick Richard Schieffer did) ... but her patron Marc Jacobs showed up! Getting snaps of a legit famous face was a huge bonus.
I was, of course, shooting many other fun-looking people, but I was bummed to miss Miss Alyssa Edwards, one of my faves. I was juggling a Grindr chat with a young guy who kept calling me Daddy when I went outside — just as Alyssa came out! The timing all day was nuts. Alyssa was in a gorgeous, hot-pink kimono robe and saw me clicking away as she gathered herself in the sunny outdoors.
“Is this a good, behind-the-scenes photo op?” she asked playfully. Then, inspired, she pointed to a check-cashing joint across the street and had me lead her into the middle of the road to get some pretty great set-ups of her in front of the huge sign. I loved every second of it, and she was in great spirits (contrary to what her handlers were telling me), even when she nearly suffered a wardrobe malfunction as the robe flapped in the breeze.
She then strutted down the sidewalk, dozens of starstruck fans in her wake, and — with her colorfully attired assistants around her — she hailed a random cab, got in, blew kisses bye-bye, and vanished. It was a memorable moment at the end of a memorable day.
Hope you enjoyed all the coverage — definitely hit up this event if you ever get the chance.
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