A crazy ride with the Russian prostitutes of Paris’ Gare du Nord
I’m totally intrigued by male prostitutes. My last run in with one was some years ago in Amsterdam. I picked up this gorgeous guy in a bar and brought him back to my fancy hotel and had some weird kind of sexual encounter….I knew something was up and it wasn’t his cock. When it was over he asked for money. I was like, what the fuck? You’re a prostitute?, I missed that part. When I told him I wasn’t going to pay he threatened to tell the front desk and the police. I didn’t want a fuss, I was there on work and thought it wouldn’t go over well with my client if I landed in jail. So we got dressed and went to an ATM and I paid the guy with some fresh euros.
Needless to say when our fabulous contact and friend at The Film Society of Lincoln Center sent me a head’s up about a film they are screening for a 1-week exclusive engagement starting today (Feb.27th) called Eastern Boys about whores from the Eastern Bloc carrying on in Paris I had to tell you about it. The film is sexy, at times disturbingly edgy and thoroughly entertaining . It unpacks a fictional story about a group of tightly knit boys that cruise around the Gare Du Nord train station in Paris parsing together sketchy lives by forming gangs for support and protection living in constant fear of being deported.
This super sexy bougie daddy Daniel, played by Olivier Rabourdin, approaches one such Ukranian boy named Marek, played by Kiril Emelyanov for a date. “What Daniel intends only as sex-for-hire begets a home invasion and then an unexpectedly profound relationship” The two men fall into some kind of kinky, co-dependent love with Marek basically getting put on a generous weekly retainer for his services. Because of his complicated, entanglement with his fellow gang members from the train station, who covet his flashy new iPhone,leather jacket and newfound lifestyle, Marek invites all kinds of crazy shit into Daniel’s life.
Directed by Robin Campillo, Eastern Boys keeps you on your toes to the very end. My email to the publicist from Lincoln Center after I watched it said, “WOW… that was dark but poignant with some redemption in the end” I’ll say no more. If you ever flirted with the idea of picking up a whore at a foreign train station or not, Eastern Boys will give you a thoroughly entertaining ride to somewhere you’ve never been.
$14, multiple screening times, Fri, Feb 27th thru Thurs. March 5th, Elinor Bunin Munroe Film Center 144 W. 65th St. NY, NY.
From Feb 27 – March 1, 2015 at Secret Project Robot
I was forced to see 50 Shades of Grey recently (not quite like that…) and the theatre was full. I couldn’t believe it. Everything was so tame. I’ve done more extreme stuff in a library. Thankfully I can wash that experience away this weekend, because thanks to the fine people at Pornhub, we officially have the first ever NYC Porn Film Festival. About time, right? I assumed we had at least 5 here already.
According to the producers, “the festival will present how emerging, hip, tech savvy producers engage their audiences through these new technologies, as well as showcase innovative ways of working in porn.” Does that mean we are close to getting Snapchat porn legitimized? The future is so exciting. I am getting a semi just thinking about it…
This isn’t some guy who’s setup a projector playing Pornhub’s best rated (though they encourage you to make a playlist online), it’s a wonderfully curated selection of emerging talent reflecting social and cultural trends in the industry. Films exploring fetishes I didn’t know existed (well… kinda), documentaries about the trans sex workers of Paris, talks about “Porn Studies” as an academic category, something about Golden Showers, and a conversation with Cindy Gallop discussing how to make money out of porn today. #sextech
We really have cum far, haven’t we?
The festival runs from Feb 27 – March 1 at Secret Project Robot, 389 Melrose Street, Brooklyn, NY. Click here for more info.
When Fashion Shows The Danger Then Fashion Is The Danger
There were cockrings and cockatoos galore at the opening of Bernhard Willhelm 3000: When Fashion Shows The Danger Then Fashion Is The Danger, the iconic German designer’s first American museum exhibition, at MOCA PDC in Los Angeles. Artists and fashionistas — including Luke Gilford, KESH, Niko the Ikon, Michel Gaubert, and Pamela Anderson — socialized over gallery floors carpeted in blue Astroturf (click here for the gallery of guests). Along walls covered in blue and yellow paint splatters, Willhelm and longtime collaborator Jutta Kraus installed photographs of models, birds, and the designer himself (in crotch-hugging spandex suits), the forehead plumage of white cockatoos mimicking Willhelm’s spiky bleached ‘do. In the center of the main gallery, eerie mannequins with glowing tongues folded through miniature cockring-ballgags assuming defiant poses, dressed in Willhelm’s fall collection: a profusion of mesh, camouflage, straightjackets, and giant zippers like an Orientalist military assault on a mental asylum.
The show was designed as a site-specific, “thinking-forward” installation, announced by the title’s “3000”: the photographs, paintings, sculptures, and new fall clothing line displayed are an irreverent response to the uniformity of fashion in the 21st century and a radical manifesto for fashion in the 30th. Wilhelm presents viewers with a playful, postapocalyptic vision of the year 3000, when fashion will finally be liberated from an endless recycling of past styles.
Willhelm and Kraus recently moved their studio from Paris to Los Angeles, following the likes of Saint Laurent and Rodarte. If this exhibition is any indication, Los Angeles’ playful and image-obsessed culture promises to surface in Willhelm’s rebellious, punk-inspired designs. As the show’s title suggests, Wilhelm’s clothes are radical precisely because they reject the bland uniformity of mainstream couturiers. He shows us the danger of becoming the same and offers us the tantalizing danger of difference.
The exhibition is up until May 17, 2015. Check out some images from the show below:
Scenes from the NYC event celebrating the athletic collaboration
The Opening reception of BERNHARD WILLHELM 3000: WHEN FASHION SHOWS THE DANGER THEN FASHION IS THE DANGER
Scenes from the event at the MOCA Museum in Los Angeles
Fernando is a 23 year old from Uberlandia, Minas Gerais, in Brazil. He is currently in his last year of university studying Advertising and Marketing. He’s also a freelance photographer. He would like to study theater in the future because his dream career is to be an actor. Eventually he wants to move to a different city, “maybe Sao Paulo, or Rio or New York City.” He has never been with a girl and he told us he’s always known that he’s gay. At 15 he watched some porn that confirmed to him that he liked boys. He told us that he had sex with a guy for the first time when he was 19, he was his first boyfriend. He lives alone and is single at the moment. He speaks Portuguese, English and a little bit of Spanish.
He doesn’t have a specific type when it comes to guys or any age preference, “I like guys, haha” his only preferences is that the guy is taller than him and he has to be “sweet and funny…he has to make me laugh.” His favorite body part in others are the legs, “I love guys legs I don’t know why and I love big lips to kiss…” On himself he likes his eyes, “because they change color, sometimes they are very green, bright, sometimes they are darker.” His ideal date would be going to the beach with someone, “smoking a lot of pot and eating a lot of pizza…. My favorite thing in a date is to travel together, see new things together .”
He goes to the gym 5 days a week and his beauty secret is drinking lots of water, he keeps it natural — “sometimes I go boxing with my friend.” His biggest turn on are boys wearing soccer shorts. He told us that ideally he would be happy having sex all the time. He’s always ready! We asked Fernando to take a few selfies wearing our classic GAYLETTER t-shirt, and some pictures without it. He’s adorable — we’d would be happy having him around all day long… Have a look.
Swedish photographer, Hasse Persson’s latest photo anthology, Studio 54, published by Max Strom, chronicles the rise and fall of the legendary discotheque started by two gay entrepreneurs, Steve Rubell and Ian Schrager. Opened only for three years from ‘77 to ‘80 before getting shut down by the IRS, Tax authorities, and police raids, Studio 54 was doing something right. Populated by guests ranging from Warhol to Jagger to Capote, it was a hotbed of cosmopolitan chaos. Persson’s crisp, street-style photographs, captured using a secret recipe of flash and long exposure, pulse with the disco tracks spinning behind them.
A glance like this into a “hedonistic half-way-house between heaven and hell” is something to cherish; the queues to get in were so dense Frank Sinatra couldn’t even make it through the crowd to present his personal invitation, and Warhol had literal nightmares about getting rejected. Rubell, queen dictator of the door, accepted only a specific regiment of partygoers, a “tossed salad” of races, queers, and celebrities. Beyond the candid beauty of the images Persson presents, they are the skeleton key to a club you probably couldn’t get into.
His book is filled with energized black and white photographs, packed with scantily clad socialites and dazed celebs alike. The pictures whir with lights, masks, and glitter-smeared bodies stumbling down the avant-garde rabbit hole that was Studio 54.
The men's collection features a collaboration with AVAF
My cute str8 friend from work agreed to be my date for this show, and while waiting for the performance to start, we had a discussion about how we make shitty money and spend it on shitty things. Ironically, we discovered this show is not a shitty thing to spend money on.
Prepare to test your own financial insecurities as Ben Rimalower recounts his life story, skillfully intertwining personal anecdotes detailing a lifetime of utter fiscal incompetence in just over an hour. Ben delivers a brutally personal, creative performance courageously detailing all the shitty things he’s done to friends, family, workmates and ultimately, himself. If you’ve ever struggled with addiction, drugs, alcohol, sex or money (or all of the above), best believe Ben knows what’s up. It’s a truly therapeutic experience for both the audience and performer.
Ben and his director Aaron Mark share an impressive list of professional credits. Between the two, they have produced and directed Off Broadway shows seemingly since forever, performed on Watch What Happens Live, written films & documentaries, won awards, write for Playbill and Huffington Post… honestly, the production biography takes up the whole page. It’s very intimidating. You know when you go to a dive bar after a spectacularly shitty day to drink alone? (Yes you do, liar.) Ben is the kinda guy you hope to have sitting next to you, a casual confidante, relatable and charismatic with whom the conversation flows as effortlessly as the whiskey. Except Ben doesn’t drink anymore. He has better things to spend money on.
The show is running until February 26th, 2015 at The Duplex, 61 Christopher St. NY, NY. Click here for tickets and showtimes.
Tom of Finland's Early Work 1944–1972 on view until March 07, 2015.
Tom of Finland, born Tuoko Laaksonen in 1920, was the granddaddy of modern gay culture. His fetishes and fantasies, inked on paper and seen around the world, reconceptualized what it meant to be a gay man. A series of his drawings spanning 15 years are on view in the inaugural show of David Kordansky’s new space, and it’s interesting to see pornographic works made for bedrooms and underground gay bars in the clean white cube of a contemporary art gallery. How times have changed.
Tom’s wartime experiences furnished him with the visual vocabulary of hypermasculinity. The show’s earliest works, completed in 1944 when Tom was serving in the Finnish Army, depict military men wearing butt-hugging riding pants in explicit sexual trysts. They’re a testament to Tom’s bravery and openness in a severely homophobic time, when drawing gay sex privately could have landed him in prison. Other graphite drawings show sailors, cowboys, and motorcycle studs with ballooning muscles and impossibly large cocks. In many, the only “sexual” contact is passed off as lockerroom fun or friendly roughhousing, probably because the images were made for circulation and had to pass European censors. But the figures are beautifully detailed, each bronzed hunk glistening under imagined sunlight, further evidence of Tom’s expert draftsmanship. By 1972, Tom proudly defied censorship with Kake (pronounced Kah-keh), his leatherdaddy alter-ego, who appears in a comic strip storyboard called T.V. Repair, a centerpiece of the show. Kake lures a hunky TV repairman over by unplugging his set and, well…you can imagine what happens next.
Tom’s characters created a new gay culture that queered the masculine codes of straight society and made it possible for men to feel like men while loving other men. His masculine archetypes liberated gay men from homophobia, giving them confidence in a world that stripped them of it. After Stonewall, city streets around the world were packed with Tom’s sailors, athletes, and leather daddies. A new culture had been born.
The show is on view at David Kordansky Gallery in Los Angeles until March 07, 2015.