Dear Troll,
So there I was, packed for Seoul with a column about my alabaster skin ready to be filed early as I knew I was off to Korea for a long weekend of clusterfucked fabulousness (four luxury hotels; Seoul Fashion Week; Halloween); and here I am, finishing up another version at 6:29am in my...
Last Wednesday, I opted not to go to the illustrious Art Fair Vernissage. That’s French for “varnishing,” a term used for the preview of an art affair before the formal opening. It’s not like I don’t appreciate fine art—it’s because I DO appreciate art that...
Hi blessed beings, I’m back after my little sabbatical! My first column this year is dedicated to Gaga. You saw this coming a lightyear away!
When Hong Kong found out Lady Gaga was bringing her Born This Way Ball to town after her first stop in Seoul, everyone was in a freak-frenzy and...
I dragged my sick ass out of bed to see Nicky Hilton last Thursday at the Samantha Thavasa opening party at Ozone on top of the Ritz-Carlton. Samantha Thavasa isn’t a designer—it’s just the name of this Japanese fashion company that’s not particularly well known yet outside...
2012 will be a year of tumultuous change! Start doing your Rampages of Appreciation. I appreciate readers appreciating my Rampage of Appreciation.
I had wanted my first column written in January to be extra special. Alas, I got shitfaced after the Scissor Sisters concert, drank champagne for...
I’m not saying this just because giant mastermind and organizer Jay Forster picked me up and turned me upside down (with me screaming and holding onto the arm of an alarmed security woman in her 40s for balance), then squeezing my nose for eight seconds and asking me to “write good...
So the press started getting psyched for the Holiday Season last month, after having received all the press releases ages ago. Then the holiday hampers came, and now all the major hotels, restaurants and PR companies have sent out invitations to their Christmas cocktails and parties for this month...
So I was at Dandy, this cool café bar and after-hours dance club on Lyndhurst, when a woman came up to me (completely ignoring my conversational partner as if he didn’t exist—rude, eh) and said: “Excuse me, are you Johannes (mispronounced) and do you write a column for some...
I’m off to Bali this weekend on a pilgrimage to all my favorite temples—the Temple of Sarasvati in Ubud, my patron goddess, and Uluwatu on the cliff for G.O.D. (Generator Brahma/Operator Vishnu/Destroyer Shiva). Oh and I’ll also be returning to one of my favorite hotels Ubud...
One of the most subversive things a man can do is to dress up as a woman. You’re blatantly ignoring society, which dictates what is appropriate clothing for a gender. And it pisses off a lot of inflexible, closed-minded people. Which is why I make it a point to dress up in drag at least once...
