I'm a fan of Wayne Hollowell's fan-powered, often ghastly, always evocative celeb portraits, and he's outdone himself with his macabre “Death Becomes You” series. Above is Jayne Mansfield's final spin. Click here for Sharon Tate, Princess Diana, Marilyn Monroe, Edith Piaf, Judy Garland, Natalie Wood, Bobbi Kristina Brown and Anna Nicole Smith.
If you like retro signage and cool photos as much as I do, check out Retrologist, and start with this interesting entry on a strange survivor of the 9/11 WTC collapse: An intact newspaper from 1969 announcing the death of Judy Garland.
Judy Garland never got to write her memoirs (imagine what she'd have said!), but Randy L. Schmidt has helpfully done the next best thing in gathering all of her most important and interesting interviews and encounters from throughout her short life.
Gypsy Rose Lee: “I was just telling Judy Garland that I wish she wouldn't diet so much and get so thin. Not that you don't look wonderful on television, but even when you put on a little weight, your legs stay lean.”
Judy Garland: “Yes, well, I just demand that they stay lean. They have to get around so much. They're a moving target.”
Gypsy Rose Lee: “You have wonderful legs!”
Judy Garland: “Yes, well, they're straight. I think that's the thing. [Laughs] They're just legs, you know!”
If you didn't know he could sing, he can't—the show will include re-mastered Judy performances and a Q&A from Luft.
One story he previewed for the L.A. Times involves watching, of all things, a hockey game with his mom and his sister Lorna Luft (b. November 21, 1952) in bed one day:
“My mom was kind of tired and she looked kind of frustrated.' I said, 'How do you feel?' She looks at us, walks over to the TV and she goes, 'How do I feel? See that hockey game? You know the puck? That's how I feel.' And she walks off. Then we started laughing.”
Um, it's not that funny!
Sounds like a can't-miss presentation, whether it turns out to be touching, fun, moving or just plain odd.
As a member of the Host Committee, I'd pledged to sell $500 worth of tickets, which I absolutely did—mostly to myself! I took José, brought my pal Jason along (VIP tickets including the afterparty) and the rest went to a Boy Culture reader who later informed me he'd been a homeless gay youth just a couple of years ago and to a lucky, last-minute couple.
As much work as it was trying to interest people in tickets, the show would go on to sell out, raising a record-breaking $75,000.
Arrived early to cover the junior red carpet, but it was kind of a bust for me because as a hobbyist blogger, I don't have pro lighting and it was in a 100-degree antechamber that might as well have been a cave.
I grabbed a few quick tidbits from the contestants but skipped everyone else, including judges Jackie Hoffman, Michael Musto and Tonya Pinkins, feeling bad about taking up anyone's time when they were impossible to see. Speaking of which,I didn't see expected guests Paul McGill, Rachel Dratch or John Glover, but I did at least make the acquaintance of Broadway expert Richie Ridge, one of whose helpers turned out to be Alex, a Boy Culture reader who kept my spirits up in the stifling heat.
Probably lots of Preparation H on those fresh faces (in some cases, perhaps coincidentally)
Sat down just in time to see the show open, featuring hysterical emcee Tovah Feldshuh who, as she pointed out, starred in Broadway's longest running one-woman show—take that, Lena Horne. She cracked wise about Grindr, Boy Butter and her many unconsummated Tony nominations. She was, without a doubt, 10 times funnier than last year.
Tonya Pinkins, Jackie Hoffman, Ali Forney's Carl Siciliano & Michael Musto
With Body (& Soul) Beautiful, Carl Siciliano, the director of Ali Forney
KEEP READING FOR TONS OF PICTURES & VIDEO, SOME OF IT RATHER REVEALING...