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question: what to wear to the party of a performer known for his
jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring ensembles? The answer? There were boyz
in maquillage and suit-breasts (a pec-baring vest), and there was
promoter Dustin Reffca with his gravity-defying Fuller Brush hair
and his silver kicks, and Omar as a t-shirted Brando, and Adora as
a flame-haired Olivia Newton-John, and Alan T. as Sexy Nascar Driver
(complete with bullhorn), and there was a blond sex kitten and a
black leather Weimar tomcat, and there was Chyna, fresh off the
pages of a Louis Vuitton fashion spread, and, up in the booth, a
realgirl deejay, Amalia Leandro, werking the beats and playing “Sexy
Motherfucka”—and is it any wonder that at that very moment the
birthday celebutante should make his entrance: the Boy Prince, King
Tutankhamen—DJ Power Infiniti in headdress and smiles as he made his
way to his birthday booth.
“Okay, Party People,” he threw down. “Okay, slutz.” It was Power in
mufti, in his headdress and a simple white shirt, as he werked over
the crowd with his galloping beat, his Trinidadian house in his
birthday funhouse. And there was DJ Abel—with the BIGGEST birthday
smile for the birthday prince. And over there? Who was that tall
cool drink of chocolate? “Wazzup?” “Drinking milk, watching the
game.” Delicious.
Then off we went to “Xanadu,” thanks to Adora who channeled ON-J in
a performance that had the fashion kidz singing along as they held
up their cellies and sent it all home to Mom—for Mother’s Day. And
“Oh, look—There’s that little blond”—a comment that covers half of
South Beach—while on the boxes, there were a pair of gladiatorial
Incas and black-leathered cowboys, shaking their moneymakers as
Power instructed “S-T-A-M-P Your Feet.” And then Misty Eyez sang a
wickedly surreal “Lollipop,” which gave credence to your mother’s
admonition: “Never accept candy from a stranger—unless she’s wearing
chartreuse.”
CLICK on a Sunday night: it’s the high school cafeteria and the best
house party on the block and the coolest gay frat. And if it’s true
that we only have “4 Minutes (To Save the World)”—well, why not head
over to CLICK and watch it all blow from there.
Best always,
Mark and Robert
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