We don’t recommend who you should vote for in elections the way other publications do, but vote for Al Goldstein for Broward sheriff. In his famous magazine, Screw, Goldstein recently ran a fake ad picturing Clarabell the Clown with Nick Navarro’s face pasted over. It’s making fun of Navarro’s comment…
It’s glamour, it’s cheap thrills, it’s the sort of new 1992. The society shuffle. The debut of La Cage, art of the drag, part XIV. Semper’s gone underground. Movie stars. Big money. Legends becoming as one, pledging the sacred vows of fabulousness. Slime spewers in natural fabrics, little priss pots…
Granted, at one time they were a legal-eagle dynasty. Now they more resemble “The Family Circus.” Mr. Lowther doesn’t need to make the Rubins’ destruction his mission. They are self-destructing. The Florida Bar really needs to review these clowns and their ethics. As for Siskind, he and the Rubins should…
It makes perfect sense. Out there you are different, the world is different, there’s no deep-sea mystery of throwing bait in water and waiting for the tug. Fly fishing is straight-up honest, in a creek where the fish know you’re there, know you want to hook them. And so you…
Uptown on a budget. The preview party for Art Miami ’92, in a huge new space at the Beach convention center. Atmospheric harpists. The white wine crowd pretending an absorbing interest in the work when conversation wandered. Art people. Dealer Barbara Greene. Sculptor John Henry, in town for NFAA’s “Arts…
WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME I wish to compliment Jim DeFede’s treatment of the complex litigation in his article “Battle of the Exes” (January 1). One matter I feel compelled to draw to your readers’ attention, is that Mrs. Feinberg’s tape recording, that I recommended, was done legally…
Our continuing coverage of censorship in America recently included the anti-music-video rantings of Sen. Robert Byrdbrain, who says MTV and the others are bad, bad. From Lydia Lunch to Rap’s Most Wanted, I’ve seen a few “controversial” videos in my day (as few as possible, but what the hell). I’ve…
That New Year crush again, one long desperate party leading up to the final soul-crushing moment, and then, nothing, nothing, on the other side. Sex without release. Work without reward. Fun without pleasure. Another year, and still, you’re not glitterati fashion designer Gianni Versace, whooping it up with a clientele…
I was one and a half years old at the time and had developed sufficient motor skills to deal the fatal blow. My parents deny that I was anywhere near Dallas in 1963, but a tattered Eastern Airlines ticket stub says otherwise. I’ve just completed Infanticide for a major publisher…
We have gazed upon the netherworld: drag queens with a grudge, the morally crippled, hustlers obsessed with short-order fame. And, dear God, we have become what we beheld. Well, sort of. It’s 3:00 a.m., it’s Hombre, it’s like an extremely confrontational Virtual Reality video recreation of a 42nd Street Jack…
Have you heard of this Miami Rocks, Too! thing? Bunch of bands showcase for the music industry’s big boys (and girls?). This year the East Coast Music Forum has been added – seminars, workshops, exhibitions. Famed producer Tom Dowd provides the keynote; he’s had a hand in some of the…
WITH FRIENDS LIKE US, JACKIE… The “Bon Voyage!” article by Kirk Semple in the December 18 issue of New Times is so true as to actually apply to myself. However, I am a U.S. Merchant Marine officer. I was recently injured on a U.S. flagship, and as a result, I…
The holiday season, and it’s beginning to feel a lot like celeb time. Models. Fashion vampires. The famous and not-so-famous everywhere, selling things, basking in the sun and the envy of the less celebrated, pollinating, spreading malaise. William Kennedy Smith, free at last and even more famous, reportedly seen stomping…
I totally screwed up – so what else is new? – a Screaming Iguanas of Love feature I’d hoped to publish in this issue of this newspaper. Somewhere in Melbourne (Florida) is a befuddled man, scratching his head and wondering what the hell was meant by the phone message on…
IN CONCLUSION I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY…UH, WHAT WAS I TALKING ABOUT? Regarding your “Search for the Lost Mojito” (December 11): I had my first mojito at the now-defunct Havana Clipper several years ago and instantly became a mojitoist, scouring all sources for recipes like some sort of “buzzed”…
I try to avoid using this space to plug myself (do too) and last week was a refreshing reminder why. Under the sadly mistaken impression that I could get a life, and caught up in the be-nice spirit of Chanukah et al., I hyped two events — “I’ll be there”…
Christmas looming up, the time when WASPs begin to feel cozy, expansive, suicidal, and the mood is, as a German friend of ours used to say, “so schtincky.” Time for the I-Cover-the-Waterfront beat. Warsaw has apparently finalized a deal to take over The Building in New York, according to co-owner…
Larie V. Dasthuld Miami TIRELESS EFFORTS HEREBY ACKNOWLEDGED I’m writing in regard to Ben Greenman’s article about monologuist John O’Keefe (“A Knockout Performance,” December 4). While the article was a comprehensive tribute to the artist and his body of work, one vital piece of information was missing regarding his Miami…
Is this the tiny part of the year during which it’s okay to be kind to people and generous? I always forget which week people give instead of take. Well if it is this week, here are three timely events: If your wishes include some hard-as-Quayle’s-head rock, nine bands deliver…
Club World. Openings and conceptual openings. Possible closings. The Tatou team, prospective Japanese investors and all, missing the parade: still no “serious offers,” according to Egoiste publicist Woody Graber. Uncle Charlie’s being raided for drugs. The killing fields at Luke’s. The continuing Hipodrome nightmare: Doran Jason Property Management posting a…
Post-Hipodrome frenzy: the fallout, a sudden void. And then…business as usual, clubs and one-nighters proliferating like mutant spores, feeding on the carcass. It’s just business, club business, and there’s no business like it. Thank God. Official and unofficial paperwork is flying in the wake of Hipodrome’s opening. Unofficial calls from…
I greatly admire Shirley McGreal, chairwoman and founder of the International Primate Protection League. She is an honest person who sincerely believes we owe the primates worldwide some respect and protection. She is a brave woman who has dared to expose unscrupulous animal traders and dealers around the world who…
