35 posts categorized "NEW YORK MAGAZINE"
Ageless (actually, he's 40 today) Jared Leto looks lithe and loony in New York (January 2—9, 2012). The piece correctly singles out the messianic flirtations of Leto and his band 30 Seconds to Mars. Leto says:
"I have this drive to help deliver all of us—me included—to a place where we can feel free."
Kudos to him for taking music seriously (he hasn't acted in a film in years), but I must say that when I saw the band do a fan gathering, it bordered on creepy. (And one of them gushing how Atlas Shrugged had changed his life didn't help me away from that feeling.) But I still wanted a picture with him.
In New York's "Reasons to Love New York" issue (December 19—26, 2011), reason #4 is that "after 64 years together, Louis Halsey and John Spofford Morgan finally got hitched." The story, by Jesse Green, is about how the men—who met on May 17, 1947—held out all these years for marriage equality and finally took the plunge on November 11. It's truly endearing.
UPDATE: That was fast; Ratner, who's supposed to produce the Oscars so came under more pressure than he might have normally, has apologized for not expressing himself better.
Brett Ratner, uberdouchebag director of Tower Heist, unleashed this gem when asked if he rehearses with his actors before shooting:
"Rehearsing is for fags."
As New York Magazine points out, so is his next dream project Wicked. But I doubt gay people have the collective spine to resist a movie version of Wicked, even if it were directed by Marcus Bachmann himself.
P.S. Interesting that his new movie stars Mr. Ironic Homophobia himself, Eddie Murphy. Also, note that I'm well aware I used the word myself two posts ago; I think the context is demonstrably different and humorous in an inclusive way, as opposed to Ratner using it to mean something dismissive. But fire away if you disagree.
As of midnight last night, it was exactly six years since my first post. It's been a tough thing to keep up with a dayjob and outside activities, and just when I think I might walk away, a valuable connection or interesting opportunity or a kind word comes my way. Thank you all for reading me.
Of whom are you more jealous?
Here are my favorite 100+ posts out of nearly 11,000. Please take some time to read (or re-read!) a couple and tweet or Facebook any you like.
FROM BOY TO MAN: BC B.C. (2007): The entire history of my novell and novel Boy Culture as well as the movie version; might be my ultimate post.
BOY ON FILM (2006): An account of the NYC launch party for Boy Culture as it played the TriBeCa Film Fest.
FRIENDS AND "FAMILY" (2006): The movie version of Boy Culture hits Chicago.
RAPT PUPIL (2006): The final night of Outfest with Boy Culture; I was fat but on the other hand got to meet Bryan Singer.
"Your pictures suck" (2008): An art critic attacks me, but not without sustaining some hits in return.
DRAWN TOGETHER (2008): How my desire to draw related to my secret desire. One of my absolute favorite posts.
LOST ANGELES (2009): My favorite photographic travelogue of L.A.
ART IMITATES LIFE (2006): My 9/11 and my distaste for grief tourism.
BURNING MAN (2007): Tribute to my late high school friend and first romance.
LOST BOY FOUND (2011): There is a book in here somewhere.
CIAO HOUNDS: OUR TRIP TO ITALY (2011): Finally got José to Europe.
ILLINOIS DEATH TRIP (2007): Ruminations on death while revisiting a past home, and the past.
PASSING BY (2008): Mourning the loss of a person I only met once.
UPDATE: Quinto's blog entry on this subject is very powerful.
Zachary Quinto has come out as a gay man for the first time publicly, in the context of a New York Magazine interview. (Now if he will please not say, "I was always out, what are you talking about?" it will be perfection!)
I don't have a preference for how public figures do it—a splashy mainstream-mag cover, an Advocate interview, to head off an outing by a tabloid or a casual reference in New York Magazine. It's all good. And I think coming out in so many different ways is part of the point, that gayness is everywhere and is not homogeneous.
Good for you, Zachary Quinto. And good for us.
His statement, "We are terrified of facing ourselves"—that's powerful and insightful. Check out the second comment at Joe.My.God. for proof, "Some fem [sic] actor is not a big deal." Jesus, this "masc only" thing is poison in the gay community. Oh, and it's signed by, um, "Guest."
Just in time to combat a rising feeling among Jews that Barack Obama is kinda "meh" on Israel, a clever cover of New York co-opts Bill Clinton's status as the country's first "black" prez, dubbing Obama our first "Jewish" prez.
Deborah Harry, looking angular and plugging Blondie's new Panic of Girls album, has a rather somber interview with New York (August 29, 2011), in which she remembers an economic downturn in the band's fortunes:
"Chris got really sick. Our record company folded. We had poor management. Mercenary management. Suddenly we were broke. The IRS took our house. I was famous. I'd hear myself on the radio, and it felt like the whole world collapsed around me. I didn't sing for years."
Does she regret not becoming as big a brand as Madonna? It's not Madonna she uses in this hypothetical:
"Big as we were, sometimes I am completely miserable about not becoming a giant megastar, like Beyoncé or someone. I tell myself my little art pretensions held me back, kept me at a certain level, like a cult figure, and how truly awful that is. Then I see myself in the mirror and just laugh because that stuff is just stupid, you know?"