Just in case you are wondering (hi, my family) here is the progress of my dislocated elbow after one month. I cannot straighten it completely nor can i totally bend it back, but today was the first day since the disaster that I could wash my hair with two hands AND put my hair in a ponytail without somewhat awkward assistance from my roommate Esan. GO MY NEW SCAR. It’s like a tattoo of vogue. Oh yeah! I can tell you that now, cause the new FADER, F56 (and my first as head bitch in charge) is dropping in like a week. While busting said arm, I was doing a story on the resurgence and never-gone-awayness of VOGUEINg, the gayboy/tranny underground house scene, and the super amazing dudes and dudettes who are like 21 and positioning themselves as the new Brooklyn dance vanguard, aka “banjee cunts ,” aka the girls of ill streetwear designers Hood by Air who are also the resident in-concert dancers for the queer DFA disco ensemble Hercules and Love Affair. Yes I fucking got a compound dislocation while VOGUEING. GET OVER IT!
Sidebar sidebar: While I was in Milan working on the Crookers story, and turned on Italian MTV to soundtrack my shower, Hercules and Love Affair’s “Blind” video was on, I swear to baby jeezy, nine times an hour. P.S. Italian MTV shows videos. Let’s riot NOW. P.P.S. here is a photo of my arm and the Hercules and Love Affair “Blind” video.
note A. extreme bicep atrophying from lack of ability to use said bicep and B. amazing pastel and oil painting of what I believe to be a shirtless and eye-patched Mussolini which I purchased ravenously for approx 14 dollars at the PS 321 flea market. in background under arm. I feel it sooo hard.
BONUS. Here is a video of Lola Balenciaga, of the House of Balenciaga, at a vogue ball I attended recently. She is the one in the lemon lime pum pum shorts. She won for the “Vogue Fem Realness” category. Meaning she is “feminine realness,” meaning if you saw her on the street, you would never know that at one point in her life she was a dude. Word?