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Feb 03 2017
Signs Of The Times Comments (0)

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Gonna guess that Patrick Wilson, when he graciously posed for a pic with the staff at this 9th Ave. pizza parlor, didn't realize he was doing an advertising shoot — full-sized poster!

 
Jan 26 2017
Italian Sub: Meeting Pietro Boselli Comments (0)

IMG_0557*From my “shoot” with Pietro Boselli! (Images by Matthew Rettenmund)

Yesterday, I randomly heard that “world's sexiest maths teacher” (the Euro phrasing is so much hotter!) teacher Pietro Boselli, who's in NYC often, was doing a meet-and-greet at Bloomie's — I decided I'd go if I could swing it.

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My shift ended at 6 p.m. and his appearance was slated for 5 p.m. - 7 p.m. and with travel time, I figured I'd arrive 6:30 p.m. Well, first I had a subway snafu, running from one to another, only to find the re-routed train wasn't. So then I started walking across town, and wound up in a slow-moving cab.

I walked up to the event at 6:56 p.m. to find Pietro posing in front of a backdrop advertising the new Lab Series line Maxellence (a line of skincare he is decades away from needing and that I am decades too late in trying). His PR was pulling him, but I asserted I was there for my agency (I was) and that I needed a pic-with, too, and a very nice employee took my pic with him.

It was from kinda far away and not how I'd have done it, but he was so nice to help! Pietro* After that, I was able to grab a handful of posed shots of Pietro.

All I really did was shake his hand twice and feel his back (no groping), but he seemed nice, if dazed, I was ultra-dazed, having huffed and puffed over. Puffed is the operative word — man, standing next to a 20something vision really doesn't make one feel fresh.

Glad I made it! I'm looking into the products now. No shame there; I have a 19-year-old actor friend who is convinced he needs an eyejob and fillers.

I remember the first time I ever saw skincare products for guys — it was at Marshall Field's in Chicago and I did a double-take. There was no more than a small table of goodies, but it included makeup. I felt transgender merely glancing at it, which at the time was a nervous feeling of being caught red-handed. Now, I wouldn't flinch about indulging in vanity.

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Hey, Trump's gonna get us killed anyway, so we might as well die smooth-ish.

Check out the product Pietro was plugging here.

 
Jan 14 2017
Starry-Eyed: Jack Scalia Comments (0)

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I missed the latest Hollywood Show, but my buddy Mike Stern was good enough to get me this image, signed by Jack Scalia, one of my longtime, bad-boy crushes.

He brings these to his events; man knows his audience.

 
Dec 28 2016
Simply Sophia Loren Comments (0)

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After getting to meet the great Sophia Loren in 2016 — but being denied the chance to ask for her autograph — I decided to mail her an original still with some stamps to her Swiss home to see if she might respond in the mail.

Success!

Flashback to my meeting with the snarky goddess.

 
Dec 19 2016
I'll Have What HE'S Having Comments (0)

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Via Henry Cavill News: Gotta love it when you bump into Henry Cavill.

 
Nov 15 2016
My Last Pet Shop Boys Gig Comments (0)

 I've always loved the Pet Shop Boys. I think I first heard “West End Girls” on a family trip—our only fancy trip ever—to Hawaii, if memory serves. Cool Europop is my jam.

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DSC01092Neil Tennant's introductory look (All images by Matthew Rettenmund)

Over the years, I've seen them perform quite a few times, but there's really only room in my heart for one overall musical inspiration, because as time has passed, I've become kinda a bad fan of my #3 faves (and of Blondie/Debbie Harry, my #2 faves)—like, I haven't even listened to their new album, and yet I bought VIP meet-and-greet tickets to their MSG show.

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Nov 04 2016
In NYC, Cher Sings Hillary's Praises, Says BIG PUSSY Trump Has NO SYMPATHY, NO EMPATHY, NO HUMANITY, Warns We Will Be Unsafe If He Wins Comments (0)

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I was pissed off when I missed my chance to get a pic-with alongside Cher earlier this year—the unpredictable diva did several meet-and-greet events nearby (Fire Island, for one), but none that worked for me. So I was thrilled when the Hillary campaign announced a new set of events—including one right in Chelsea: Cher is Strong Enough for Hillary in NYC. Thanks to Ben Ryan and Jeff Campagna and all the other chairs, it turned out to be a dream-come-true kind of event.

For $250, you got to share air with Cher, for $1,000 you got a pic-with and I'm sure people paid even more for a private reception, all worth it to help Hillary become president and to help ourselves to some face-time with Cher.

I polled Facebook to figure out what I should wear. I had bought a fake leather (Nasty Pig!) shirt that I thought looked good on me, and that would be very Cher, but I also had a more ME polo. Then there was a sleek black Hillary tee.

People liked the tee the best, but I stuck with my gut (and I'm sure my eventual pic-with will reveal said gut) because I wanted to try something new. I even left the house with stubble! Gasp. (Hey, once I'm totally bald, I'll need options.)

The event was held at The Park on 10th Avenue, which has lighted trees inside and so little other light you could mistake Cher for me, so it had a nice, romantic, upscale-NYC vibe. I hovered near the front, where it was obvious Cher would eventually speak. I was behind a cool chick and her crispy friend (in a cute way), who was angry when he thought I was asking him to take my picture with Cher (since he knew I was getting one anyway!). They were sweet, and they unwittingly held my spot for me when, 45 minutes late, those of us getting pic-withs were called into the receiption area to form a line.

Some queens who'd just met her were talking about her vampiric agelessness, suggesting they'd had long moments to drink it in, and it soon became clear from the slow line that she was taking her sweet time with each person. Right when I got to the door, before stepping into Cher's presence, the handler was saying they needed a better puller because people were taking too long. I said, “Not yet!” and he snapped, “No. We do.” Bad timing ... but they didn't get around to it until I was done, haha.

Scan 8My shots from the back of Cher's November '88 Marshall Field's Uninhibited event

When it was my turn, I approached Cher, who was luminous under black hair, in a black, cleavage-baring outfit and black accessories (and so tall). I told her I'd been at a Marshall Field's event for her perfume Uninhibited 28 years ago and had been able to ask her a question, which I'd thought was going to be my ultimate Cher moment. (At the event, I asked her what she thought of tabloids, to which she replied, “Just look at the pictures.” I also sent up a tube with her “Skin Deep” 45 sleeve in it and my address and the bitch sent it back to me autographed within days!!! Ah, the '80s.)

“But this is better,” I said, emphasizing how lovely it was to pose for a picture with her. Cher replied, “Well ... yeah!” She then leaned in, pushing her hair in my face, and said, “And I still smell exactly the same—smell me!”

It was, indeed, Uninhibited. Or a reasonable facsimile. Or I just think that's what it smelled like.

I got beside her and two snaps went off before I was ready, but Cher must've felt the same because she asked for a third and pressed her head right against mine. It was so warm of her to do that. I hope I don't look utterly terrified. In pleather.

I thanked her for doing her Hillary tour and went directly back to my front-stage spot, while everyone else was shooed over to the side.

It took her a good 30 minutes more to do the other photos, but she was finally introduced hilariously by an elected official (who noted her use of the toilet emjoi for Trump and suggested it might also be used to represent Comey, Christie, Thiel and Giuliani) and then strode out onto her short catwalk and stood behind a lucite lectern with STRONGER TOGETHER emblazoned on the front of it.

Cher spoke with no notes for about 20 minutes. Here are the highlights (all transcribed by me—please provide link and credit if used anywhere):

On her right to speak up and her empathy for the poor:

Mostly Trump supporters and usually Republicans say, you know, “Libtard, you have no idea what's going on, you have no right to have a voice, just vote and shut up.” And if you read my Twitter, sometimes I'm very pleasant. And sometimes not so much ... I understand shame and I understand poverty. My grandmother picked cotton, my mother when she was 8 years old helped support her family by singing on bartops ... We were poor for the most part, really poor for the most part, but then my mother did marry this really rich guy and we moved to Beverly Hills and it was like the Clampetts. Okay? And I realized that rich is better.

Relating her dyslexia to being simpatico with LGBTQ people:

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Oct 22 2016
Deep In The Nyle: Chippendales Is NOT For Ladies Only Comments (0)
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I went to see the Chippendales in Vegas a few years ago, and was surprised how gay-friendly it was. Returning this past week to catch the final night of Nyle DiMarco's residency as celebrity host, it had only gotten gayer—while still maintaining its unique status as the premier male burlesque stop for ladies.

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IMG_1211*JPGThe Chippendales Theatre at the Rio, plus Nyle's sexy-as-hell promo poster! (Images by Matthew Rettenmund)

The show is a nonstop parade of irresistible, hypermasculine clichés designed to elicit scream after scream—Marines, construction workers, motorcycle gangs, they're all there, as are the mostly hairless, uniformly muscled, TALL, sometimes tattooed men who thrust their way through the numbers.

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As bulky as they are, most of the guys are terrific dancers, the music is up-to-the-minute, the costumes are on-point (and half-off!) and the newly installed LED displays let you check out every flex.

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