I get that The Skivvies are selling the skin, but in seeing their stuff a few times in NYC, the shows always feel... Meh.
If I want go-go boys, I don't want to go to 54 Below
It'll sell to a Broadway crowd, but it's like Legally Blonde without the fun wordplay.
Truly forgettable music. Very little set, mostly screens and projections.
Sadly (or bitterly, even), if I was ever that thin in my teens and early 20s, I'd have been able to rock a mean pair of Diesel jeans.
Compliment taken, but the celeb I'm compared to on a very, very regular basis is Macklemore...
Based on this conversation, I want to put together a multipart Netflix series about how to fuck and get fucked. Sort of a sexual how-to travelogue.
It'll be like if Rick Steves discovered prostate massage, poppers and silicone-based lube all in the same day.
Metcalf could read a phone book and I'd buy a ticket to it.
She's one of the most underrated actors out there: Comedy, drama, television, stage. She can do it all.
Fine, fine.
Then at least GO to a flea market (aka, la pulga) and enjoy a delicious cup of fresh-roasted elote while continuing to figure out what to do with your gigantic box of smut.
You have every right, but my story comes direct from a pal who was in the cast of the Bill Irwin/Kathleen Turner Virginia Woolf
This 2005 New Yorker article gives a similar view of what was described to me:
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2005/04/04/passion-plays
These are the fascinating things we uncover when we travel. It's why I love seeing the world: There's so much more out there than what we're accustomed to in the States.
Asian culture may not be entirely tip-friendly (yet), but when it comes to business, you often see people bring each other gifts when having first meetings. What might be considered a bribe here in America is very common throughout Asia.
'I looked like an overweight Balenciaga model' was always one of my favorite quips of hers from the concert years.
You must look NOTHING like Judy Garland. NOTHING.
That reminds me of the horror that Edward Albee put his actors through when he was involved in the production of any of his plays. In rehearsal, he'd never allow an actor to drop a line. Ever.
You would just have to pause and wait until they remembered what they were going to say. No prompt. And Albee would sit there, with his damned cup of tea and just stare.