165 posts categorized "STARRY-EYED"

Nov 16 2013
In The OUT Door: OUT Celebrates Its OUT 100 Comments (0)
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Thursday night was the Out 100 party, celebrating Out Magazine's issue in which its editors honor 100 influential out figures from all walks, the most famous of which get the cover treatment. (This year, Edie Windsor, Jim Parsons, Lee Daniels and the very recently out Wentworth Miller made the cut.)

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I'd never been invited to this party before, and kept complaining and being told, "Next year!" Finally, I got the invite, so no way would I miss what Kenneth swears is the year's most fun party.

The venue is conducive to having a fun party with live acts (Debbie Harry was headlining, with Steve Grand, The Dolls and Charli XCX of Icona Pop fame supporting), but not so great for a red carpet. Still, Out did a nice job with a second-floor carpet, my only complaint being that the DJed party music drowned out the interviews somewhat.

I was surrounded by nice people, except for an inconsequential sourpuss who looked about 12 years old who was frowning his way through the night for ET, and being near sane individuals helps loads.

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The first person down the carpet was Sharon Needles, looking more glam (and alive) than ever. My question for everyone was to describe their best and worst coming-out experiences (see video above), but she said hers had all been good because she'd been "gay as hay-ull" since age 4 and had a supportive family who knew she liked dick. The most X-rated "awww!" ever.

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Nov 11 2013
artRave Reviews To Come Comments (0)

I did Gaga's artRave last night, but due to the fact that I have a job and am a human being, I can't get it written up until later on. Above are her four looks from the press event and the party, and below is my meeting with Glee cutie Darren Criss, whose artpop really could mean anything, as far as I'm concerned.

Darren-CrissHe was supernice, said, "I'm Darren!" and gave me the same smile after we posed.

Nov 04 2013
Lucky 13: A Frighteningly Thorough Chiller Theatre Roundup Comments (0)
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Above, in order: Peter Barton, Robert Hays, Zach Galligan, Weird Al  Yankovic, Catherine Bach, C. Thomas Howell, Corey Feldman, Peter Bogdanovich, Peter Fonda, Steve Guttenberg, William Ragsdale, Joe Zaso & Duncan Regehr.

This year, I almost forgot Chiller Theatre, even though I've been to all of them for three years running. I can't explain why, but I think I'm beginning to lose my passion for autograph shows. They're still fun, but I don't have the same drive, because that drive came from a desire to thrust myself into the experience of going to them...and I've been to plenty by now! (Here, here, here, here, here.)

But nonetheless, my fascination is not totally gone yet, because the night before the last day of Chiller, when I suddenly remembered it was happening, I decided I would wake up the next day, hop on a train to Parsippany and fork over hundreds of dollars to another random collection of celebrities (celebrated collection of randos?)—which is exactly what I did.

Unlike my many other trips to these things, I didn't board the train with a passel of perfectly chosen old teen-magazine pinups, original stills and board games for the attendees to sign. I actually hadn't even thoroughly studied the list of stars; I just knew teen heartthrobs Peter Barton and Zach Galligan were going, and that was enough to lure me across state lines.

Shirtless-duncan-regehrGuest Duncan Regehr in the best costume he ever sported on camera.

Waiting for the shuttle to pick us up at the station and take us to the hotel, I met a fun couple of guys from London who were visiting the U.S. for Chiller and other things. Big horror fans, they were also garden-variety starfuckers like me, the kinds of guys who enjoy showing up at stage doors and other places where you might find a bold-face name. I got to hear of their encounter with John Barrowman (within minutes of meeting, he asked one of them to show his cock!) and of various solo encounters with stars over the years, from Ginger Rogers (her handler was not nice) to Madonna (she was not nice).

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Oct 22 2013
It's Not All About Hugh, Dear: A Review Of THE SEAGULL Comments (0)

I was generously invited to see The Seagull, a new take on the classic Chekhov play starring Trudie Styler, playing at the Lynn Redgrave under the auspices of Culture Project. The latter's mission is "socially conscious theater," and they couldn't have picked a better vintage story to retell if they were looking for something timeless...prescient even.

I couldn't get a date for the play, so was doomed to sit alone. It wasn't a full house (Tuesday night and all) in spite of the play's good reviews, making it all the more obvious that Hugh Fucking Jackman (and his wife) was sitting directly behind me. I took a breath and merely smiled, telling them I loved them as I sat down. They thanked me. Smooth. At least I didn't say, "I believe you when you say you're not gay!"

The play began and I have to say that while I was chewing off every fingernail trying to game out how exactly I'd get a photo with Hugh, I was also riveted by the action in front of me.

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Chekhov's story touches on parenting, passion and even the modern invention of fame in ways that speak to modern audiences more so than most works of its period. A supremely assured Trudie Styler is creepily radiant as a self-absorbed theater actress of some repute, whose socially maladjusted, incest-friendly son "Constantine" (Slate Holmgren), but it was Rachel Spencer Hewitt who knocked my socks off as "Lily," an ingenue so taken with a famous hack writer (a splendidly vapid Alan Cox) she trades away her innocence and her future.

Done in two acts, the sparely but inventively staged piece (kudos to director Max Stafford-Clark and to Thomas Kilroy, who adapted it) never fails to engage, never recedes into antiquity in spite of its old-fashioned dialogue and builds to a climax that's depressing enough to make you want to wear black all the time, just like "Mary" (Amanda Quaid).

Check this out while you can—it plays through November 3.

At intermission, I had turned to Hugh and nervously (I'll admit it) asked if he would mind terribly posing for a photo with me. He looked pained but said, "After?" I agreed happily. So when the show ended (and after a rousing round of applause), he asked me, "You have your camera ready?" I did. His publicist took two shots because he blinked on the first one. I thanked him sincerely and mumbled something about Peter Allen. I thought mentioning The Boy from Oz since we were in a theatrical setting would score me some points. I think I could have brought up his Oprah zipline disaster and gotten about as much traction—he was faultlessly polite but was not about to engage me. Fair enough! Got what I wanted and was excited. Also was excited that he would never know all the trash I've talked about his sexuality. (He must not be gay after all...he didn't ask for my number.)

Hugh-Jackman-Matthew-RettenmundI know, I know...I hate me, too.

Look, it could've been far worse...I could've grasped his legs and begged, "Master me! Master me!" as happens in the play. But I thought better of it because I didn't want to end up as dead as the titular gull.

The Seagull is playing at the Lynn Redgrave.

Oct 09 2013
Starry-Eyed: Newsies Comments (0)

Morley Safer and Scott Pelley spotted out and about like regular people. Even more exciting, dashing Thomas Roberts dashing to an appointment in full Mad Men regalia...and it was his birthday!

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Sep 27 2013
Closer To Cher: Inside Cher's CLOSER TO THE TRUTH Release Party Comments (0)
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What a week—first Madonna, now Cher. It's like a more homosexual version of homosexuality. And yes, I met 'er.

CherAbove: Cher's invite. Below, Madonna's from 1992. Not crying copycat, just loved the similar vibe.


We arrived at Tao on W. 16th just past 7PM for a Closer to the Truth album-release party advertised as running from 7 to 9. I'd heard in advance not to arrive after 7:30, so assumed it would be an early night. It was, even though Cher was at a big Warner Bros. meeting before the festivities so was fashionably late.

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Matthew Rettenmund Denis Ferrara DSC08888The scene before the party, including me with writer extraordinaire Denis Ferrara.

The space wasn't overcrowded and the décor reminded me of how I'd imagine Cher's own living room to look. Great food (which I took...like a man) and free booze, too.

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At one point, an amazing (male) Cher impersonator entered, setting off 1,000s of flashes before we realized it was not she. The real Cher surprised us all by entering via  a side door, leading to an avalanche of graying fans in and out of the media.

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Sep 25 2013
You Say You Want A Revolution: Inside Madonna's secretprojectrevolution Party Comments (0)
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Gallery from the party above, plus tons more photos of Madonna & others below.

A few hours ago, I was lucky enough to attend the launch party for Madonna's secretprojectrevolution, a 17-minute short film made in conjunction with Steven Klein that's meant to address discrimination and injustice in the world.


I arrived around 9 for the event, then had to kill time until 10 before the doors opened. The e-mail containting the invite had stressed promptness, warning we may not get in if we arrived past 10:45. But too early was no good either. How would everyone get into the Gagosian Gallery between 10 and 10: 45? Turns out the guest list was just that small, maybe 250 people.

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Sep 18 2013
Together In ELECTRIC Dreams: A Review Of Pet Shop Boys @ The Beacon Comments (0)

Last night was the Pet Shop Boys' latest concert, in promotion of their mostly brill new album, Electric. Like the title of their latest work, the evening was coursing with dangerous currents, both pleasurable and potentially dangerous.

Sparks flew.

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I had sprung for the $95 meet-and-greet, buying it so long ago I almost forgot I had it. Met my good buddy Luigi—whom I'd met four years ago at the last PSB concert I attended when I photographed him in the front row!—beforehand, getting our laminates together. WTF is up with them demanding that VIPs arrive by 4:30PM on a weekday? We are spendthrifts, but we do have dayjobs, Boys.

Anyway, we killed an hour eating before returning for the actual meet-and-greet. They had about 150 (!) fans to meet, but it was handled quite well. We filed into a side door of the venue (the Beacon) and were surprised by Neil and Chris standing just inside the entrance. Most shocking, Chris looked fantastic (having recovered from looking quite ravaged a few years ago) and was smiley and chatty. It's like hearing Teller talk.

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Sep 09 2013
Raising The Bar: James Franco & Travis Mathews Present INTERIOR. LEATHER BAR. Comments (0)

JAMES-FRANC0-Interior-Leather-BarA rare appearance of the whites of Franco's eyes.

BOY CULTURE REVIEW: *** out of ****

Last night was the NYC NewFest premiere of the James Franco/Travis Mathews (I Want Your Love) unusual ficto-documentary Interior. Leather Bar. I had thought the film would be a recreation of the infamous 40 minutes that director William Friedkin had to lose from his controversial 1980 Al Pacino movie Cruising in order to avoid an X rating, but as Mathews promised in a pre-screening speech, Interior. Leather Bar. wasn't about what I expected.

Interior-leather-barThe film wound up being much more in its own head than simply being an artistic re-creation. Rather than being about the re-creation of those scenes (which are suggested with only a few minutes' worth of shots), this work was much more about what happens when superstar James Franco decides to make a movie in which actual gay sex occurs. Interior. Leather Bar. takes pains to show the negotiations with actors—in particular with lead actor Val Lauren/Al Pacino doppelganger (Sal), who was reluctant to take part in a film that promised to feature real sex. Far more interesting than the too-stylish imagining of what those X-rated scenes would have looked like are scenes featuring actors, some amateurs, speaking amongst themselves about real sex as artistic expression, what they themselves divined the movie itself would be "about" and what they were willing to do.

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Aug 16 2013
Starry-Eyed: Charles Aznavour Comments (0)

I finally made it to see Pippin last night—brilliant production of a really out-there show, featuring "wow!"-inducing acrobatics. And yes, the Tonys were hard-earned. I'm afraid for Andrea Martin's life!

Before the show, my Italian companion Giulio took over my job of star-spotting, noticing legendary crooner Charles Aznavour, 89,  on the street waiting to go in. I know him mainly from "What Makes a Man," but Giulio loves many of his songs. He couldn't resist saying bonjour, and Mr. Aznavour was lovely to him. As we went in, Aznavour warned that the theater would be freezing "like Siberia!" before being greeted by a young, dazzled  Frenchwoman.