Thinspiration and Fur in Summer: The Fabulous and the Vile of the Week Just Gone

FABULOUS:

• Rosie Riggir at Chelsea Boys Saturday Night. The Front Woman of Charlie Ash stormed up after singing at Christmas In the Park (if you can fucking believe) wearing a slinky purple nighty-number and a hulking great faux Fur in the humid summer night. With a pint of Lager and cigarette in hand, she told me "You know, you just fucking get up there, and there's 180 fucking thousand people there, and you just belt out Saaannttaaaa Bbbaaaabbbyyy and they fucking love it"....Genius. The Band has been asked to play again next year. If only the conservative parents of middle New Zealand knew the antics of the musicians their toddlers were bopping about to.........
  

• We Welcome a new Fashion Talent: Blair Archibald. I almost died when I saw Sharan and James behind the DJ Booth wearing contrasting Black and White puffy Bow-Tie detailed Fitted Tees on Saturday night. On enquiring on the designer, it all made sense when I was told it was Mr. Archibald. This man is a clear contender for Best Dressed in Auckland, and his designs smack of the delicious blend of Roaring Thirties pomp and decaying imperialism that mark his personal style. I need one of those shirts. His first show is with the divine Serena Fagence on Thursday night at Pull Bar. Don't miss it. Soon to be seen on the backs of all the well-heeled and relevantly attired....
  

• Also new is fun-time Boy Jarrod Godman. We Love this cutie. Not only does he look about twelve, but i ran into him on the weekend wearing a scarf and a necklace (of his own design) as a sash. Holy Hell he looked good. He hails, absurdly, from a tiny town in New South Wales. Footnote: You know that massive building on Queen Street with the Vero billboard in neon lights? Well his Daddy owns the company. Lets conservatively say there's a couple of billion running through those thin, thin veins. Wanna be Besties?

VILE:

• A month or so ago, a firmly joined-at-the-hip fashionista and beautiful Eastern some-time drag queen fag left for Tokyo to meet their model flatmate who had gotten work over there. I use the term flatemate loosely, as the "Flat" i refer to was owned by the Fag, whose Grandfather is numero-uno on the rich list in Taiwan. The model in question met the Fashionista, and promptly moved into the said digs, no doubt influenced slightly by the hardship of having a Mercedes and a BMW in the three bedroom townhouse at his disposal. He conveniently had pissed and blew away the money he had just made in Europe, where he went with his also model sister (who has just gotten a contract as the face of H&M). He made himself right at home, rent-free for six months and happily tagged along to all the divine parties his new "Flatemate" and "Girlfriend" were invited too. Then the opportunity arose for him to go to Japan. He left first, with the other two agreeing to meet him there in a couple of weeks. On their arrival the loser-model came to the hotel for two hours, then fucked off, not to be seen again. Apparently without the house and the cars and the fabulous social life his new "friend" and "girlfriend" offered, things weren't quite working out. Well good luck fuckhole, if he lives to be a hundred he will never find a lover as brilliant, and the thing is: Shes moved on. There are an abundance of Russian models in Tokyo at the moment. Her words: "Imagine it....young, vulnerable and can't even speak English....too easy". And take solace my dear friend. The models good looks will fade, but your fabulousness is forever.......

• Recently the long term relationship of a fiercely gifted Boy-About-Town came to an end. It was definitely about time. Fast-Forward a few weeks later and a couple of bottles of wine, and he made the regrettable mistake of sleeping over with an over-ghd'd moron alcoholic/drug addict. Whats worse, his "Bed-Buddy" has entirely no talent to speak of, other than manipulating his way to free drinks and his name on the door, which the Boy-About-Town has ample access to. Now Mr Moron has told everyone and the sweet-unslutty reputation of the gifted one is soiled forever. Ah well, I guess sometimes it pays to consider the repercussions of a quick Blowey? P.S Mr No-Talent: That one was a freebie. Next time you fuck with my friends, I wont hesitate to rip out your hair and strangle you with it.....