Raises two good points: Photographer Greg Pace (who has 20 images in EM20), the inimitable Bear Donna (Rob Donadio), & me! All images in this post by HeyMrJason Photography.
Many of my readers know that I've been a busy boy over the past year or so, compiling Encyclopedia Madonnica 20 (Boy Culture LLC), the 20th-anniversary update of my original book, and also my memoir, Starf*cker (Lethe Press).
Last night was my time to bask in the achievement of being well and truly finished with both books, which I did with some friends at my book(s) party—and it was exhaustively documented by HeyMrJason Photography!
Thrown together in less than a week (sorry if I forgot you and you're local!) by everyone's favorite promoter, Chip Duckett of Spin Cycle, my party was held in The Ivy Room at the Gansevoort Park Avenue NYC. What a space! It was a dream to have the party in such a swanky environment, and to have it all to ourselves. (The party for my original Encyclopedia Madonnica was held at the historic—and now relegated-to-history—Palladium, but was kind of tacked on to the club's existing night. This time, it was a dedicated event in a private space.)
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Featuring champagne by Barefoot Wine & Bubbly and music by DJ Mike Borowski, the party was a blast, attracting contributors to the Madonna book including the book's sole designer, Anthony Coombs; Madonna's first stylist, Maripol; gossip god Michael Musto; and photographers Sharon Smith and Trel Brock; media movers and shakers (who literally moved and shook); and a host of the craziest famous Madonna fans, myself included.
And these were just the stragglers at the very end!
Some of my closest friends showed up, as did a host of wonderfully fun people who I knew would help make the party memorable.
This is one of those Only In New York stories. Fellow Madonnaholics, please take note:MARIPOL! MARIPOL! MARIPOL!The...
Madonna-tastic moments include DJ Mike Borowski's Maripol encounter and Peter Michael Marino gifting me with three of his very last stickers from his ill-fated (and hilariously documented) stage version of Desperately Seeking Susan.