So out in front. So avant. Here are the grooms from our 2006 (note, FIVE years ago) Gay Marriage Fingerpuppets. Sadly, now that we really need them, they were sold out long ago. But you can re-enjoy the sparky thrill of it all, here.
Barbara Seidenath, to be specific. In the first of our private invitation-only chats with tall jewelry makers.
The chats are part of our collaboration with gallery Loupe to bring important jewelry to Soho. There was a small but perfectly formed crowd of jewelry enthusiasts in attendance. Revelry, wit and wisdom were in evidence. As well as the aforementioned important jewelry.
Can a month be gay? You be the judge, tootsie roll. Sneak a peek at June, which is not only National Gay Pride Month (and O.M.G. all those floats and feathers), but also National Fresh Fruit Month AND National Accordion Awareness Month. Aren’t accordions just about the gayest musical instrument ever? So totally Lawrence Welk. Plus June has some gay gay gay holidays, like National Pink Day and Old Maids Day and Flip a Coin Day (otherwise known as National Bi-Curious Day), Go Fishing Day (hello? is this the new code for cruising?), Sun Glasses Day (don’t get me started) and our personal hands down favorite, June 18, International Panic Day. We are not talking comets crashing into the earth here, are we, possums? No, we are talking the universal language of not getting your favorite shirt back from the laundry. Or worse, bad hair. Or really worse, running low on Effexor. So, June? Gay? Any questions? And for your gay dreams come true gifts, Moss is standing by, impatiently waiting for nails to dry.
This is the crack surgical team looking on in amazement at our insides once they are revealed. Shouldn’t these people be wearing masks or something? Or gloves? It did all seem fairly casual, we must say. Is it really normal for surgery to be done in the hallway outside the ladies room? Bloss was so busy counting backwards, we lost track of right and wrong and were not really available to advise the barefaced docs, but after all, they should know what they’re doing, right? Anyway, it all turned out fine, and please, no more mylar balloons.
Get some medical silver, ladyfingers. Try on a few of Michelle Lopez’s limited-edition sterling-silver Band-aid mini-rings. You don’t even have to cut yourself, though of course, if you must, you must. Who are we to judge?
Who the hell are these people? Did we invite them? I don’t think so. They may be very nice, though judging from those gloves, that’s doubtful. In any case, they have obviously somehow slipped past our Rigorous and Ruthless Door Guardians (a division of Blackwater) and made it all the way to the epicenter of Design Zero. It’s only a matter of seconds before they get to the bar. And then god knows what will ensue. If you recognize them, please let us know. We want to hire them as Security Breach Investigators.