Archive for August, 2009
Lunar Man
While attempting to recover from jet-lag, I went out dancing in one of those little Parisian “boîtes” where scruffy-looking “art” and film people drink strawberry champagne cocktails in red glasses. I met a typical French boy who was 27 and still living at home with his parents. It seems he is making a career out [...]
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A model was caught running nude through the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York while posing for an “art” photographer, Zach Hyman (whose name oddly puns the female anatomy). Hyman claimed that because there are so many “nudes” already in the museum, the model’s nudity was immaterial. It was pretty decent performance art if [...]
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I met a South African boy on the subway, while I was wearing my dark sunglasses and listening to my iPod. He was asking for directions, so I answered his question and instinctively put my earphones back in my ears. Then he said, “People here don’t talk to each other much—do they?”
It turns out that [...]
Erotic Novels … For Children
While wandering through Soho searching for the perfect 1970s bling to add to my collection, I noticed a smattering suspicious men taking photographs of my sister and me. Then the salesgirl at the jewelry stand finally commented: “Lindsay Lohan is always so much shorter in person.” Lindsay Lohan, the child-star-turned-lesbian-rehab-frequenter-extraordinaire was hovering a mere two [...]
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When things go sour in a relationship, some find it necessary to express themselves in a carefully crafted email of veiled hatred. If they are men, they are generally of the Wanker of the Week variety.
Gauche things to write to your lover/ex-lover in an email:
1. Alluding to them as a baby, especially as a [...]
Bacchic Dances
In Argentina, as in most foreign countries, children often live with their parents until well into their 20s. This situation is very cost-effective, but when it comes to dating, it can present more than a few problems to young lovers. After a sultry evening at the clubs, it is less than seductive to bring your [...]
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In a dinner at the home of a rarefied 95-year-old British woman in the elegant Recoleta section of Buenos Aires, I was delighted by the sweet hobbling hostess’ sense of festivity. Every Wednesday evening she whips together a four-course affair for a handful of guests.
As I guided her from sherry in the parlor to soup [...]
Dote On Me
Last week a Russian woman was so frustrated with the French government for refusing to grant her citizenship that she stormed into the Louvre Museum and hurled a coffee mug straight at the Mona Lisa. Talk about gauche. But decent performance art on her part, I must admit.
I am similarly on the verge of throwing [...]
High Floor Corner King
There is something about horse races that just seems to bring together dapper, semi-elderly men on Sunday afternoons. At the Hipodromo de San Isidro outside of Buenos Aires I experienced my first horse race. It was a great deal like many male-dominated sporting events the world over—long, slightly boring, anti-climactic, and, since it is winter [...]
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The annual polo ball in Newport, Rhode Island was a spectacle to behold. It was in honor of the match between the US and India, so the ball’s theme was appropriately “The Taj Ma Ball.” Held at the Rosecliff Mansion, the evening was a wine-soaked swirl of middle-aged Newport-ites hob-knobbing, while devolving into various states [...]
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