In the immortal words of Susan Powter: Stop The Insanity. We know it’s only an ad campaign, but who wouldn’t run for a copy of Zolar’s Dream Dictionary to make sense of Dolce & Gabbana’s latest excursion into Consumer Mind-Fuck?
Not even Freud could decipher this hallucination. (more…)
Cary Grant, believe it or not, had figure problems. Studio costumier Edith Head used to keep special mannequins of the stars she worked with on a regular basis, and when George Hamilton — a sort of deeply tanned Cary Grant update — was first sent to her, he was shown the many secrets and countless sins that a good suit could conceal.
In an interview I once did with Hamilton, he told me how he marveled at Grant’s strategic tailoring, suits padded here and there to disguise a mild case of chicken chest and a tendency toward round shoulder.
Not that you’d ever notice. In those Edith Head suits … well, Cary had the sort of special-occasion sex appeal that nudity would have lessened. You sort of wanted to have sex with him while you were both in tuxedos.
Every great picture of a man in a suit has echoes of Cary Grant — that’s how strong his impact was. Grant was the platonic ideal of Man in Suit. Never stuffy, quietly elegant, all effortless man chic (caught with great economy by celebrity cartoonist Al Hirschfeld, above.) “Everyone wants to be Cary Grant,” the actor once famously said. “Even I want to be Cary Grant.” (more…)
God, that’s sooo gay!
That was the gasp that was heard around the block and around the world when the International Male catalog would arrive in the old days, the closet-bursting 70’s. Then it was the hottest crypto-homo publication sold over the counter — no, not even sold, sent to you for free (was it ever in a brown wrapper?) with its pictures of hunky, porn-caliber models in mesh briefs with padded codpieces. Oh the thrills, oh the chills that shuddered through many a young heart. (more…)
Oliviero Toscani is shocking Europe again. And yes we admit it: the Italian clothing ad, above, for which Toscani is responsible, is way over the line — and would be whether it were a man groping a woman, or a woman, a man. (more…)
Guys … GUYS! … you’re making us all crazy.
Between flashing the pubes and the nips and the ass cracks, runways have become jerk-off extravaganzas.
Forget about how many buttons you should have on this year’s sportscoat. In the hyper-homo dreamworld of menswear, it’s all about miles and miles of long, lean torso shining out nakedly beneath open shirts.
And can we just say one thing?
All. This. Skin. Is. Killing. Us!
So please … don’t stop!
Oh we know you can’t help it.
It’s the designers who are putting you out there like succulent pieces of meat — Boysicles just ready to be licked!
And it’s not just D&G but Armani, Versace, Prada, Girbaud, Valentino — oh, fuck all of them! (more…)
Tragedy and triumph often walk hand in hand — and the news today within the world of all things gay proves there’s no exception to this yin-yang cosmic law.
We only wonder if somehow the following two events might be connected:
First the bad news: A pair of ruby slippers worn by Judy Garland in The Wizard of Oz has vanished from a Grand Rapids museum. Police believe that someone snuck into the Children’s Discovery Museum through an open window late Saturday or early Sunday and broke into the display case holding the slippers. (more…)
Think Tricia Nixon. Think Mamie Eisenhower.
Above we see the family of John Roberts, the president’s Supreme Court nominee. No, they’re not waxworks in Madame Tussaud’s Museum. This is actually a live photo!
We’ve long had the suspicion that Perfect Republican Families all come from the animatronics division of Stepford-Wife, Inc. 
Apparently the fashion editor at the Washington Post, Robin Givhan, thinks so too. Always the first column in the Post we read, Ms. Givhan has a knack for decoding the nuances of Fashion as Culture Message. We think she outdid herself in her column last Friday (July 22, 2005.) We hope she will forgive us for reprinting it at full length. Stuff like this is too priceless to excerpt in bits and pieces: (more…)
To quote Jessica Simpson, "With nothing but a t-shirt on, I NEVER FELT SO BEAUTIFUL!"
Chains and the dog days of summer just don’t go together. Yet, you need to make an entrance at that next Hogs Gone Wild sit-down with the Flying Fists of Love Motorcycle Club. What to do, what to do!
Never fear, Nightcharmer. We rang up our favorite Fashion Dictator, Kaye Thompson from Funny Face, and she gave it to us straight:
"Ditch the pants!" came the imperious growl on the other end of our phone line to Hell. "Flash the gash! Be cool and you’ll rule in one of those new T’s from Glen Hanson that everyone is screaming about down here."
What great advice! We know a lot of you horn-dogs went wild when we ran our profile on illustrator Glen Hanson last May. A lot of you kept dreaming about how you could get one of his homo-hot ‘toon guys on your back. Or your front. Or over your face. (more…)
