Dear Deap-Sea Divas,
The only parade I attend each year, the Mermaid Parade is refreshingly free of corporate branding, bursting with imaginative homemade ensembles (it's the largest art parade in the U.S.), full of diverse sexy people who eschew sexual labels (none of that LGBTXYZ nonsense), and is really just the perfect pagan way to begin every summer.
The madcap revelry begins as soon as one boards the F train to Coney Island...
...and then the afternoon is started at Ruby's Bar & Grill with beer, raw clams, corn dogs and surrealist sea style.
Me hanging out at Ruby's legendary jukebox. I put on some Michael Jackson's "Beat It" which prompted an 80-year-old salty regular to jump up, thrust his hips back and forth and grab his crotch. Only in Coney Island, kids, only in Coney Island...
The calm before the mermaid storm...
...and they're off and running!
LOVE her typewriter tattoo!
What a trooper! Nothing is gonna stop this lady from enjoying the Mermaid Parade!
Homage to one of the best summer films ever...
First prize for most ingenius use of paper lantern from Pearl River.
Because nothing says summer at the seashore like Santa...
Naked Cowgirl: The Robin Byrd of the 21st century.
A little bit of a Great Gatsby vibe....
Headline to love: Nefertiti Meets Neptune on the Nile
Now that John Galliano is on probation, the people are finally free to design their own newspaper couture!
Upstaging Santa, another non-sequitor....
Lucky Cat tattoo!
Forget about the bobo milquetoast artisanal mustache grooming salon hipsters who moved here last year from Oregon....these are the real Brooklynites, bitches!
Nancy Stout and I at Ruby's.
A sea of sea people outside Ruby's.
Silver lady and a very sexy man.
The Wonder Wheel is a UNESCO-protected landmark (or something like that..)
Thanks for visiting.