We had a blast last night at Vazoween. Mary Messhausen was hosting & No Bra was performing. Check out all the pictures on flickr.
I brought my ghost costume back, this time as T-Pain’s ghost as a Christmas tree.
“Caking Night in Dungworth (1974) was shot in the Royal Hotel, Dungworth, Yorkshire, a small village on the outskirts of Sheffield. The “caking” usually took place on 1 November. (It was a local tradition associated with All Souls’ Day, where “soul cakes” were offered to poor Christian neighbours.) Competitors concealed their identity by wearing a mask or fancy dress, which by tradition had to be of local significance. Having paraded silently from lounge to public bar and back again so their voices didn’t give their identity away, the competitors went upstairs to be judged. In this picture the judging had taken place and one participant, still disguised, was supping a pint of beer through a straw. I liked the neat surreal nature of the disguise. His gloves contrasted with the couple in their woollen jumpers, slacks and pointy collars. Caking night no longer takes place.” (source)
It reminds me a bit of Newfoundland Mummers, whom I find just as much intriguing.
The renowned photographer Bobby Sievert and I have collaborated on a limited edition calender for 2007.
This time it is not about your favourite fruits. It is about your favourite food compound: carbohydrates. Sexy Carbohydrates! Everyone loves carbs and so do we.
Have a look at a couple of our monthly carbs after the jump.
Our tour of Newfoundland continued with a visit of the lovely town Dildo. This is a beautiful little community on Trinity Bay, right at the Atlantic.
When we drove into Dildo I hoped for crazy Dildo merchandise and all. Soon we got the feeling, that the Dildonians want to downplay the name of their town. I still don’t now why, I think they should totally work it: Dildo cutlery, Dildo cocktails, Dildo shoes, Dildo hats. So many possibilties!
However, here is the Dildonian explanation of how Dildo got its name:
“D’Isle Duo” can be translated into Spanish, Portuguese and French, all roughly meaning ‘two islands’. With respect to our community, we believe these two islands to be Spread Eagle and Dildo Island, both visible from our community. Over time, with the dialects of the settlers, the flow has been lost and it evolved into Dildo.
Me loves them islands names, bys.
Captain Dildo blew my dress
Up close and personal with Captain Dildo
With them local Dildonian girls
Just chillin’ down by the water
A Dildo can save your life
All the girls to the harbour, the big truck is in town
This cutie wanted to take me on a ride in his truck
I have uploaded a few pictures to flickr.
You can see me totally knocked out at gay pride Frankfurt in 2002 (I think someone poured something in my drinks) and at my summer party 2003.
I had Rinderzunge at Xmas 2003: it was delicious. To be honest, I have had ox tongue many times, but only when Jesus is born.
produzentin just moved to the popular Queen West neighborhood in Toronto, named after its main strip, Queen Street West. It’s a little bit like Berlin Mitte 1995. Galleries and cafes are just around the corner.
And so is the Centre of Addiction and Mental Health. Because of its house number, people would say, take me to 999. So the number was changed to 1001, to give it a more optimistic vibe.
What I love about Toronto is all things related to the Queen. It started with the ride from the airport to downtown. I adored the little crowns on the highway signs.
All hail the Queen!
My favorite cafe so far is Clafouti. Very french. Love the name. French pudding. Mmmh.