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So fans of Harry Potter's Daniel Radcliffe were treated to a different side of the actor today with the release of promotional images for his upcoming play Equus where our young teen wizard will be performing nude and simulating an orgasm on stage. One of the images (as seen above) features the actor on set with a beautiful white mare and for the first time its hard not to think that he's developing into quite the hot young man. See this is what happens when you turn 35 you start looking at Harry in a whole new light, but then again wasn't that the point of these images?
So today at 10:28am I turned 35. Life is good... Happy Birthday, me!
So this past season of Survivor, I had a big huge crush on J.P. Calderon, who unfortunately didn't make it very far on the show. Good news was that my favorite supermodel Janice Dickinson was smart enough to realize talent and good looks when she sees them and snatched him up for her agency and her reality television show. On tonight's episode (1 of 2 parts) of the show, J.P. has the opportunity to land the cover of a national magazine - the only problem is he needs to 'out' himself to do it. Based on the cover shot I've seen, he dives in and lands the cover of Instinct Magazine's February issue which is bound for newsstands any day now. Congratulations J.P. for being brave enough to go for it, and I'm sure that's just the start of plenty more to come.
Sorry I haven't blogged in forever, however with the new bundle of joy in my life, I haven't had much time for anything but cleaning and feeding. It always appears that life throws unexpected surprises when you least expect it. Before Sydney left this world, I had begun the search for the perfect new addition to my family - alas with the trip to Mexico and the holidays, I hadn't given much thought to seriously finding the perfect edition. However, on Friday January 12th I received a great little gift in the 5 lbs. 2 ox bundle of excitement soon to be known forever as Butter. From the first moment I saw her, I knew she was the one for me, an instinct that has since proven over the last week or so to be correct. Granted, I haven't had a puppy in ages and forgot how much work they are (something I wouldn't trade for anything) but she truly is a great dog and I know that in the next few months, she is going to hold a lot of joy and developing. I know all proud parents feel their child is the smartest and cutest, but I can honestly say Butter takes the cake. I dare you to say otherwise!
Anyhow, I promise to be getting back to blogging more regularly and thanks for sticking around dear readers. Life is just about to get more interesting.
With great sadness I say welcome back to Out and Out Reality. My beloved little girl, Sydney died yesterday. She was the saddest little dog stuck at a pet store until I walked in and on an impulse purchased the little black and white bundle of joy. For almost a month, she was named Puppy, as I searched and searched for the perfect name. Who knew that due to her crazy nature she would be named after a character on Melrose Place. She was much more than some dingy redhead who plotted murder, slept around and caused all kind of trouble.
She loved to cuddle under the blankets, snuggle close by your feet as you slept, jumped to greet each new visitor and enjoyed chasing her toys in circles. About eight years ago, due to circumstances beyond my control, Sydney moved to Orlando to live with my mother where she spend countless hours chasing lizards and watching TV from her favorite perch behind my mothers neck. About two years ago, she was diagnosed with diabetes and required extra care. She lost most of her eyesight, but never her spirit - which remained sweet and warm. I miss her dearly and the loss is immediate. I know my mother is heart-broken, but Sydney will always have a special place in my heart. I love you.
Sydney Puppy Halm (1995-2007)
With the holidays rapidly approaching, this can mean only one thing - time for my annual pilgrimage to lovely Valle de Bravo, Mexico. Blogging might become extremely sporadic or non-existent but have no fear dear readers, I will be back and re-energized in January 2007.
So with the Golden Globe nominations announced yesterday, I am happy to report that one of my favorite performances of the past year is being acknowledged. Emily Blunt's performance in The Devil Wears Prada is enthralling, a brilliant foil for Anne Hathaway and the worst type of career opportunist - which of course makes for great viewing.
She's bitchy, aggressive, demanding and above all human - never an easy feet when you are sharing screen time with Meryl Streep, who devours all in her way. Emily has stiff competition with Jennifer Hudson (Dreamgirls) and Cate Blanchett (Notes on a Scandal), but I'm glad she was not overlooked this award season and I expect we will be seeing other great things from Ms. Blunt in the near future. Congratulations on the nomination Emily - good luck.
So I can freely admit I love Pamela Anderson. Why she doesn't have a huge comedy on network television boggles my mind, as I have stated before on this blog the girl has got amazing comedic timing. If you need evidence of this, please run out and purchase the complete DVD series of Stacked, the show Fox cancelled too soon. She is truly overlooked for her acting talents - because I believe too many people get wrapped up with the blonde hair and breasts - the woman is an icon and will be remembered for a long time, mark my words.
So here is the photo of the kick-ass lamp I promised from yesterday, if anyone knows where I can purchase this online, please let me know ASAP.
So with bad internet connections while in my hotel, I had to wait until my return to post my top five favorite things seen during the art fairs in Miami:
5- As seen above, these classy mannequins graced the window of the store simply titled Excess. You got to love a town that caters to the implant nation.4- Julie Hefferman's painting entitled Self Portrait as Tender Mercenary at the Catharine Clark Gallery booth (Pulse Art Fair).
3- Walking on the beach in December, nothing finer than escaping the cold for a while.
2- The Chihuahua wearing a protective collar lamp... simply a classic. Photo posting coming soon, I promise. Also a great X-Mas present for me if you know where to buy one.
1- Peaches rocking the shit out of the Art Positions opening. Anyone who can wear at least 5 different pairs of underwear at once, have three costume changes on stage, not to mention starting your show with 80's hair-metal Europe's The Final Countdown - kicks some serious ass. Give that girl her props, she's truly original and closing her show by running down to the water's edge to jump in the water naked - brilliant.
Sorry to have been so lazy blogging, but I have a good excuse - crazy busy with work and preparing to head to sunny (hopefully) Miami for the art fairs and festivities. Looking forward to the complete madness and excitement of being down in Florida and seeing what marvels of art are on display and how quickly everything sells out. So dear readers if you have some tips of good restaurants, nightclubs and dive bars - I want to hear from you. I will down there until Sunday and with plenty of moments to enjoy myself and the local culture. See you on the beach.
So after weeks of speculation and questions on to whether or not the Roxy would ever re-open, I'm happy to report that it appears we are out of the red and the doors will open this Saturday, December 2 with Peter Rauhofer manning the turn-tables. So boys, get your dancing shoes out - it's time to celebrate in high style - let's keep this insitution alive and kicking. See you on the floor, dear readers.
Friday night, I treated myself to something I haven't done in ages, hear live music by a real musician, namely Daniel Cartier. Playing the shit out of Joe's Pub, Daniel's set showed off his skills as an entertainer and musician (clever pop culture references, the use of common kitchen utensils as instruments, and a great banter with his audience.)
Having never been inside Joe's Pub, the space is beautiful and elegant and the acoustics are amazing. Starting his set solo bathed in purple light and wearing his best Clockwork Orange assemble, Daniel's voice is so rich and soothing, you cannot help but be seduced. Daniel also spoke about how he hates to do self-promotion and he even blogged about it and as a fellow artist I can totally see where he is coming from.
Here is my attempt at a shameless Daniel Cartier promotion. So dear readers, if you haven't been exposed to Daniel's music, I suggest you purchase his latest album you and me are we which can be purchased directly from Daniel here. Enjoy the sweet sounds, I promise you'll be musically enlightened and you'll be supporting a talented musician.
So Casino Royale opens today and I'm glad to hear that the film is getting good reviews considering all the overblown hysteria that Daniel Craig received after being cast as super spy James Bond. I'm also glad to hear that others are coming around on his animal magnetism - the man is pure sex, just about time others noticed. I haven't seen a James Bond film since A View to a Kill and that was for Grace Jones (a perfect addition to the history of James Bond villians), but I firmly plan on seeing this film sometime over the weekend.
So it appears the Roxy will once again remain dark on Saturday. No real word on whether or not John Blair has found a new location for his popular Saturday night party or if the dance institution will ever reopen. Is it me or does it appear that New York nightclubs (especially gay nights) are disappearing at an alarming rate?
Will the Roxy survive or will it be the next mega-club to close in the every changing urban landscape of Chelsea. Rumors of the clubs demise have been floating around for a long time, and while an attempt to close the venue comes as no surprise, as an institution, I for one hope the club remains open and thrives.
The cavernous space has been my home for dancing my ass off for the past five years - not to mention those members of the Roxy family that have been great -- Derek, Louis, and Sara, my favorite bathroom attendant who unfortunately died while waiting for the Saturday night boys who adored her at arrive (miss you!).
John Blair promises to find another Saturday venue if the Roxy closes its doors for good and one can't help but think they will destroy the building too quick and replace it with fancy over-priced condos if they cannot get out of the red. Something I hope we don't actually see for a few more years. Will we be saying goodbye to this dance institution, only time will tell... more to come soon I'm sure. Keep your dance cards open, boys!
So it comes as no surprise the Kevin Federline fires back at Britney in court for sole custody of the couple's two children, as well as spousal support - his free ride is about to come to an end. "Kevin is prepared to go the distance in order to do what he feels is necessary to protect and safeguard the children and will not be intimidated or dissuaded from pursuit of those goals," said Michael Sands, spokesman for Federline's attorney, Mark Vincent Kaplan.
Seems to me someone is desperately grasping at straws after the whimper his rap career launched off too. Funny how he would want sole custody of Britney's two sons as opposed to his less famous former girlfriend Shar Jackson's children. But then again, Shar is not a multi-millionaire. I hate men who use children as pawns and devices to hurt their former loved ones. Hopefully, he will fade into obscurity pretty quickly.
So I finally got around to seeing Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette last night, while I cannot say that I'm gushing over the film - the visuals are truly inspiring. This candy-coated confection succeeds on so many levels; it's hard to be too negative about it. The cinematography and editing is sublime, the costumes are rich and ooze an extreme level of taste and refinement and Kirsten Dunst is once again spellbinding on screen.
I just didn’t love the film and had a hard time following the ties many of the characters had to one another (not really sure of Molly Shannon’s character’s relationship to the royal family – maybe on a second viewing.) Maybe, the film had too many characters and should have been reduced by a handful or so. I still believe Sofia is a talented director and will continue to bring visual treats to the screen for us to enjoy. Bon appetite!
Look amazingly radiant on the cover of W Magazine, Cameron Diaz looks stunning with her new brunette locks. Having the pleasure of hearing Cameron speak first hand when she came to the School of Visual Arts, she's a real delight and always selects smart directors and isn't afriad to play with her own image to produce memorable characters. I look forward to seeing what she does next under Nancy Meyer's direction.
So I'm a bit disappointed in Nate on last night's Survivor. While he's a fierce competitor and holds a large amount of strength for the Raro tribe - his anger and choice of words of over Brad choice of skipping out of the swimming portion of last nights reward challenge were uncalled for. After Raro lost the chance to fill their stomachs with peanut butter and bread, Nate choose to bitch and whine and call Brad a "Nancy Boy" - a cheap shot, in my books. Yes, Brad most likely made a huge mistake by choosing to play puzzle solver over swimming, but by attacking one's sexual orientation and playing into stereotypes is just not cool, I expect more from you Nate.
From what it seems from next week, Brad will continue to alienate himself further from his tribe and in the game, which I'm assuming will lead to his demise. And I hope, he at least causes some trouble and adds much needed drama to this season, before his torch is snuffed. Play on!
