Thursday, April 29
 

Bali Holiday

Hey all, we are heading out to Bali for a nice, long weekend! We'll catch up with you next week with photos.
 

Monday, April 26
 

Ride Em Cowboy!

Hong Kong is a long way from the Lone Star State, but you gotta let your inner cowboy (or girl) shine, even way out East.

Just ask Diva D and Giorgio who rang in their birthdays, rodeo-style...

...with a little bit of Cher tossed in for good measure. If we all could turn back time, honey.

...while Cocopuff had a coming out of sorts...

...sending all her love to the troops! And ain't she purdy! I think we should pass her photo along to the USO, I'm sure Dick Cheney would just love it.

Just about everyone was in the spirit.

Even Bruce!

And Raymond won a prize!

Happy Birthday yall. See you next year.
 

Friday, April 23
 

Summer in the City

It's getting hot in Hong Kong. HOT. It feels like someone put a bowl over the city, and all it's vapors, toxins and humidity are congealing into a nice broth. The scary thing is, people are still wearing jackets. So by their standards, it's relatively cool. I imagine by July, I will be one of three things: A. housebound enrollee of the Meals-On-Wheels program. B. Severely dehydrated. C. Booking a ticket home!!!

Faking It. Faking handbags, DVDs, CDs, cars, clothes, shoes, electronics, shampoo, candy and even ham is one thing. But faking baby formula is e-v-i-l. It's being reported that counterfeit milk powder is responsible for the deaths of upwards of 50 children in China's Anhui province, who starved after being fed on a product that had the nutritional content of water. Maybe the government is too busy cracking down on college students who dare to debate the merits of the one-party system in between classes to do anything about it. Whatever the case, it's a shame.

Speaking of shame, we get American Idol pretty late over here, but I was shocked to read over the "news" wire that supremely gifted diva Jennifer Hudson was eliminated! and that the dorky red-headed guy is still in the competition! The people who dial in to vote in this show must be the same people who voted for Bush, you know, the ones with with their heads up their ass?

The episode that aired here last night had the contestants singing (torturing) Elton John songs, and the red head did an absolutely embarrassing rendition of Crocodile Rock. So bad it could almost qualify as high camp. It was a surreal David Lynchian moment indeed. But the night's lowest point had to be the girl who shrieked her way through Yellow Brick Road looking as if she was passing a rather large gall stone. In the States I avoided this show like cryptonite, but when the alternatives are Life After Baywatch and Ripley's Believe It Or Not! what can you do but watch it.

I'm off to another drag show (who knew Hong Kong was such a hotbed of tranny activity?), but I hope all my friends back home will be boarding a bus Sunday and heading down to DC for the big Pro-Choice march! The future of America is in your hands.
 

Wednesday, April 21
 

Logo Loco

They may be a product of France (well...at least the REAL ones), but Asia is the spiritual home of all things Louis Vuitton. And what better place to throw a big 150th birthday party for LV than in Hong Kong, where you can’t sneeze without contaminating an LV bag of some sort. In fact, people are so desperate to have them, that not long ago someone crashed a car — on purpose — into an LV store window and made off with all the bags they could carry. Now, some may call that greed, pathological consumerism, fetishistic materialism and just plain nutty. Me, I call that love. Here are some shots of the big bash...photos courtesy of Davide.

Davide and friend in Zoolander mode.

The scene...

Hong Kong socialites are fabulous in that Madame Tussaud kind of way. Pictured here is Somebody with her walker (aka fashion-centric raconteur of an ambiguous gender).

Spontaneous yoga, either that or honey better lay off the meds.

Janet and Julie, with Davide's head.

Hipster party girls.

Everybody loves Raymond!

Nada has had enough.

Bill and Jennifer...she must have had an excellent dentist.

By the way, it happened to be somebody's birthday.

Well hey, it's me, lookin all red eye. With Peter, the man, as in the boss.