With The Hennies

On Saturday, El Bear Ho, Mary Messhausen and myself took part in a photo shoot for Canadian Vogue. We had our first splash at 4pm, to get in the mood for all the flashes. It was so much fun! We fell in love with the photographer Miguel and especially the very cute assistant, Housten (not sure if he told us his real name, though).

Anyways, after the shoot, we were in such a good mood that we headed to one of our favourite bars, The Henhouse. We arrived there at 8pm, the first patrons of the night. Getting the party started so early made us scream “Last Call” ever half an hour.

There are tons of pictures from the debaucherous night on facebook (not sure if you will be able to see them all). Here are just a few. I’m still hungover.

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Siegfried & RoyNuts on Fire

Omg, last night was out of control.

At the beginning of the night Mary and I were a bit worn out from the Drag Holes (more on that later), but when the performance by The House of Monroe started, our ship wrecks were set on fire.

Twista, Snoopy and Vixen, members of The House of Monroe shut it down. The energy levels were so high, you thought the roof would blow off any second. So much screaming and cheering.
After we thought it couldn’t get any better, there were more and more super hot dips and moves. And finally, Mary Messhausen and Isabella Hosellini joined in on the action.

Check the pictures below. Lots of pictures after the jump, even more on flickr.
We missed to capture so many great outfits, sorry to all of you who we did not flash.

Memorable Michael Jackson moments on the dancefloor: Stranger In Moscow, Can You Feel It and as the last song: Remember The Time (Silky Soul 12” Mix).

And we all have some homework to do: Brushing up on the Vogue-cabulary.

Mary and my dress by Bernhard Willhelm (thanks Pride Toronto)
My lashes by Viktor & Rolf for Shu Uemura (thanks Prancey Girl, we missed you)

To The Floor

I have always thought that it is genius to fall down on the floor while dancing. Like an accident, stumble, fall, but quickly stand up, just to fall down again. In the middle of the dance floor, just to laugh about it. I did it a couple of times last Saturday, just that no one was dancing anymore.

The videos below are on a different level. Falling down never looked better.

Vogue Femme at the Philly Awards Ball two weeks ago (via):
Of course, I’m partial to the harlequin costumes.

The following clip of Tandi Iman Dupree has been all over the interwebs, but I thought it is a good fit. Still one of the best entrances and the exit is to the floor. From the Miss Black America pageant 2001:

Zing

Thanks for coming out last night. Fun times.
Mary’s dress by Vanessa. Vanessa’s and my dress by Mary Messhausen.

I wish I remembered all lyrics to Gartina’s songs. Yesterday, during “Vogue For Me” she sang about how she wants to travel to Africa to adopt black African babies. At the end of the song she chanted: Madonna, we forgive you for stealing Vogue.