Above: Costume designer Irene (allegedly) tried to kill herself by leaping off the 'H', due to her unrequited love for Elizabeth Taylor. (At least that's what Bruce LaBruce claims in one of his movies).
Dear starlets, stalkers, strippers, star fuckers, and dolls hooked on dolls:
I'm being whisked off to LA this Tuesday to cover a party at the legendary rock star haven, the Sunset Marquis Hotel in West Hollywood (where I'll also be staying for three nights). According to the hotel's bi-coastal publicist, my Italian adopted sister and star of The Hills, Kelly Cutrone: "The place is oozing with rock 'n' roll history! The Sunset Marquis is where the Red Hot Chili Peppers jumped off the roof naked, where the Rolling Stones threw TVs out the windows, where Dave Gahan of Depeche Mode tried to committ suicide--TWICE!" A shiver of apocalyptic glamour went down my spine as she told me all this over the phone.
I haven't been to LA since....back in the early '90s, when I attended the SPEW 2 'zine fest (with my babysitter, of course). Courtney Love was supposed to perform with her then-new band Hole but she was a no-show. Dennis Cooper, the organizer of the event, hung a large sign over the entrace to the performance venue that read "HATE COURTNEY LOVE." Vaginal Davis, who I became friends with at SPEW 2, made up for the lack of Love with a killer performance by her all-girl Mexican punk band, Cholita. That is one show I will never forget. (Vag is living and performing in Berlin now but I have yet to visit her).
This Wednesday, a rock 'n' roll photo show called "Gibson Through the Lens" will have its opening bash at the Sunset Marquis. Apparently, every rock star who appears in the photos (work from shutterbugs such as Bob Gruen and Mick Rock) has been invited--but who will really show?!? Look for my report here and on aShadedViewonFashion.com.
Above: One of M's underrated videos
Madonna is taking quite a beating in the press right now, with frightening photos surfacing and rumors of a nervous breakdown. I'm not a rabid fan, but have always liked her work, ever since I saw her rolling around and exposing her then-ample thighs while wearing a wedding dress on the MTV Awards in 1985. It was a pop-punk gesture that caught my very discerning attention (there were so many great punk/new wave bands around in those days that I had little patience for pop music). Jean-Baptiste Mondino's brilliant video for her 2003 song "Hollywood" is an homage to genius Guy Bourdin's photos from the '70s. Bourdin's son tried to sue claiming that eleven of his dad's photos were ripped-off in the video. What utter nonsense. Anyone who is a fan of Bourdin's work can clearly see this is an homage. Can you imagine if Madonna (not too mention so many performers) were sued every time they were inspired by a film or photo? It's too preposterous to even discuss.
See you by the pool,