Does this scene still exist at all in NYC or other cities? I'm so ignorant of this stuff.
Probably to a degree but can't imagine it would be to the same extent. I mean, this was like a real "thing". You'd plan for DAYS what you were gonna wear/be. You searched every nook and cranny of every thrift store in hopes of some flashy retro mess thing you could turn into something fabulous. I remember waiting for Project X magazine to come out every month! You flipped to it PRAYING you might have made it into one of the random club shots (I never did)
Does this scene still exist at all in NYC or other cities? I'm so ignorant of this stuff.
Probably to a degree but can't imagine it would be to the same extent. I mean, this was like a real "thing". You'd plan for DAYS what you were gonna wear/be. You searched every nook and cranny of every thrift store in hopes of some flashy retro mess thing you could turn into something fabulous. I remember waiting for Project X magazine to come out every month! You flipped to it PRAYING you might have made it into one of the random club shots (I never did)
This is all so interesting. I'm imagining this was pretty much a downtown Manhattan scene, right? Or did many people from the uptown ballroom community -- what I imagine to be more of the Black and Latino "Paris is Burning" set, say -- mix with them?
Does this scene still exist at all in NYC or other cities? I'm so ignorant of this stuff.
Probably to a degree but can't imagine it would be to the same extent. I mean, this was like a real "thing". You'd plan for DAYS what you were gonna wear/be. You searched every nook and cranny of every thrift store in hopes of some flashy retro mess thing you could turn into something fabulous. I remember waiting for Project X magazine to come out every month! You flipped to it PRAYING you might have made it into one of the random club shots (I never did)
We had a mini-scene going on here. I would spend days planning outfits to go out, spend hours getting ready, etc. but definitely not to the extreme that went on elsewhere.
In 1994 I tied for 3rd place (with my friend David) in a club kid contest at the Gay 90’s. I was wearing a dress made of silver garbage bags and duct tape (my torso was wrapped like a mummy) and had blond and white dred extensions in a ponytail on top of my head that hid the battery pack to the tiny little fairy lights I had all throughout my hair. My friend who made my dress on me took second place and his friend took 1st. I knew most of the other participants. We won a gift certificate to a clothing boutique and they had a piercing shop – I used my half to get my navel pierced. And I also won a T shirt for Moonshine Music.
I totally remember being rather silly and pretentious about things back then too. Refusing to pay to get in anywhere, rarely standing in line. More than once I walked past a line of people to get into a club and I never understood why no one got mad at me. Maybe they did, they just didn’t say anything.
It’s embarrassing to think about now, but I had a lot of fun at the time.
Probably to a degree but can't imagine it would be to the same extent. I mean, this was like a real "thing". You'd plan for DAYS what you were gonna wear/be. You searched every nook and cranny of every thrift store in hopes of some flashy retro mess thing you could turn into something fabulous. I remember waiting for Project X magazine to come out every month! You flipped to it PRAYING you might have made it into one of the random club shots (I never did)
We had a mini-scene going on here. I would spend days planning outfits to go out, spend hours getting ready, etc. but definitely not to the extreme that went on elsewhere.
In 1994 I tied for 3rd place (with my friend David) in a club kid contest at the Gay 90’s. I was wearing a dress made of silver garbage bags and duct tape (my torso was wrapped like a mummy) and had blond and white dred extensions in a ponytail on top of my head that hid the battery pack to the tiny little fairy lights I had all throughout my hair. My friend who made my dress on me took second place and his friend took 1st. I knew most of the other participants. We won a gift certificate to a clothing boutique and they had a piercing shop – I used my half to get my navel pierced. And I also won a T shirt for Moonshine Music.
I totally remember being rather silly and pretentious about things back then too. Refusing to pay to get in anywhere, rarely standing in line. More than once I walked past a line of people to get into a club and I never understood why no one got mad at me. Maybe they did, they just didn’t say anything.
It’s embarrassing to think about now, but I had a lot of fun at the time.
Probably to a degree but can't imagine it would be to the same extent. I mean, this was like a real "thing". You'd plan for DAYS what you were gonna wear/be. You searched every nook and cranny of every thrift store in hopes of some flashy retro mess thing you could turn into something fabulous. I remember waiting for Project X magazine to come out every month! You flipped to it PRAYING you might have made it into one of the random club shots (I never did)
This is all so interesting. I'm imagining this was pretty much a downtown Manhattan scene, right? Or did many people from the uptown ballroom community -- what I imagine to be more of the Black and Latino "Paris is Burning" set, say -- mix with them?
"Paris Is Burning" would have been more my scene if I had lived in New York. The club I went to in Jackson used to be just like it.
We had a mini-scene going on here. I would spend days planning outfits to go out, spend hours getting ready, etc. but definitely not to the extreme that went on elsewhere.
In 1994 I tied for 3rd place (with my friend David) in a club kid contest at the Gay 90’s. I was wearing a dress made of silver garbage bags and duct tape (my torso was wrapped like a mummy) and had blond and white dred extensions in a ponytail on top of my head that hid the battery pack to the tiny little fairy lights I had all throughout my hair. My friend who made my dress on me took second place and his friend took 1st. I knew most of the other participants. We won a gift certificate to a clothing boutique and they had a piercing shop – I used my half to get my navel pierced. And I also won a T shirt for Moonshine Music.
I totally remember being rather silly and pretentious about things back then too. Refusing to pay to get in anywhere, rarely standing in line. More than once I walked past a line of people to get into a club and I never understood why no one got mad at me. Maybe they did, they just didn’t say anything.
It’s embarrassing to think about now, but I had a lot of fun at the time.
You know this necessitates photos, right?
Sadly, very few exist of me from that era. No one ever really carried a camera. I have a few from when I had the platinum dreds and a few from when I had a black bob (mistress hair as my friend called it) but none are online and I don't have a scanner. I would wear wigs and do crazy make up and all kinds of things (some orgers can tell you about the leather collars on display in my bathroom), but I have next to none of it documented.
Sadly, very few exist of me from that era. No one ever really carried a camera. I have a few from when I had the platinum dreds and a few from when I had a black bob (mistress hair as my friend called it) but none are online and I don't have a scanner. I would wear wigs and do crazy make up and all kinds of things (some orgers can tell you about the leather collars on display in my bathroom), but I have next to none of it documented.
This is all I can find, and as I said, it's not all that outrageous. Unless you consider no one was wearing boas yet. Certainly not bachelorettes and the like. I'd sew them around my collars and sleeves and the bottoms of my pants and such. I'd wear pink and blue wigs and coordinate my outfits. And black fuzzy hot pants (think teddy bear material) with fishnets and boots. That kinda thing. I really would spend hours and hours preparing outfits.
This is all so interesting. I'm imagining this was pretty much a downtown Manhattan scene, right? Or did many people from the uptown ballroom community -- what I imagine to be more of the Black and Latino "Paris is Burning" set, say -- mix with them?
"Paris Is Burning" would have been more my scene if I had lived in New York. The club I went to in Jackson used to be just like it.
I don't think I'd have fit any of those scenes. I love watching others have a fun time, but whenever I go out I always feel like I have "designated driver" stamped on my forehead.
Sadly, very few exist of me from that era. No one ever really carried a camera. I have a few from when I had the platinum dreds and a few from when I had a black bob (mistress hair as my friend called it) but none are online and I don't have a scanner. I would wear wigs and do crazy make up and all kinds of things (some orgers can tell you about the leather collars on display in my bathroom), but I have next to none of it documented.
This is all I can find, and as I said, it's not all that outrageous. Unless you consider no one was wearing boas yet. Certainly not bachelorettes and the like. I'd sew them around my collars and sleeves and the bottoms of my pants and such. I'd wear pink and blue wigs and coordinate my outfits. And black fuzzy hot pants (think teddy bear material) with fishnets and boots. That kinda thing. I really would spend hours and hours preparing outfits.
This is all so interesting. I'm imagining this was pretty much a downtown Manhattan scene, right? Or did many people from the uptown ballroom community -- what I imagine to be more of the Black and Latino "Paris is Burning" set, say -- mix with them?
"Paris Is Burning" would have been more my scene if I had lived in New York. The club I went to in Jackson used to be just like it.
its crazy because it seems like to me those too scenes seem the same
"Paris Is Burning" would have been more my scene if I had lived in New York. The club I went to in Jackson used to be just like it.
I don't think I'd have fit any of those scenes. I love watching others have a fun time, but whenever I go out I always feel like I have "designated driver" stamped on my forehead.
I could easily get into both. But then, in high school, while a "theatre freak" I still managed to be friends with jocks and cheerleaders and student council and smart geeks so...
But yes, the club kid thing was for the most part mid-to-down town for NYC.
Probably to a degree but can't imagine it would be to the same extent. I mean, this was like a real "thing". You'd plan for DAYS what you were gonna wear/be. You searched every nook and cranny of every thrift store in hopes of some flashy retro mess thing you could turn into something fabulous. I remember waiting for Project X magazine to come out every month! You flipped to it PRAYING you might have made it into one of the random club shots (I never did)
We had a mini-scene going on here. I would spend days planning outfits to go out, spend hours getting ready, etc. but definitely not to the extreme that went on elsewhere.
In 1994 I tied for 3rd place (with my friend David) in a club kid contest at the Gay 90’s. I was wearing a dress made of silver garbage bags and duct tape (my torso was wrapped like a mummy) and had blond and white dred extensions in a ponytail on top of my head that hid the battery pack to the tiny little fairy lights I had all throughout my hair. My friend who made my dress on me took second place and his friend took 1st. I knew most of the other participants. We won a gift certificate to a clothing boutique and they had a piercing shop – I used my half to get my navel pierced. And I also won a T shirt for Moonshine Music.
I totally remember being rather silly and pretentious about things back then too. Refusing to pay to get in anywhere, rarely standing in line. More than once I walked past a line of people to get into a club and I never understood why no one got mad at me. Maybe they did, they just didn’t say anything.
It’s embarrassing to think about now, but I had a lot of fun at the time.
Does this scene still exist at all in NYC or other cities? I'm so ignorant of this stuff.
Probably to a degree but can't imagine it would be to the same extent. I mean, this was like a real "thing". You'd plan for DAYS what you were gonna wear/be. You searched every nook and cranny of every thrift store in hopes of some flashy retro mess thing you could turn into something fabulous. I remember waiting for Project X magazine to come out every month! You flipped to it PRAYING you might have made it into one of the random club shots (I never did)
It's dead--everywhere now. A couple factors: 1) Large cities cracking down on larger clubs (due to neighborhood associates b*tching and moaning and 2) Like everything else these days, the Disneyfication of the club scene w/ today's pop artist co-opting the underground djs and producers watering down the club scene.
In SF, the end started with then Mayor Willie Brown mandating quiet zones outside of clubs which when broken the club owners ended up with huge fees that forced them to change their establishments which pretty much killed them. My understanding is this type of regulation killed most of the other establishments across the county that were breeding grounds for "scenes" like this to grow and thrive.
I was fortunate enough to see the tail end of the club scene in the Bay Area. I was never that extreme but like Carrie (Carrie!!! Hola chica), I enjoyed my time thinking I was a star. LOL
And yes, to Mayor Brown's credit, too many people were getting arrested outside of places because of their drug use or wose--people od'ing---so the scene kind of killed itself too.
"Paris Is Burning" would have been more my scene if I had lived in New York. The club I went to in Jackson used to be just like it.
its crazy because it seems like to me those too scenes seem the same
only thing different is the ...well you know
Not really. The Paris is Burning type scene had it's outrageousness with drag queens, crossdressers, and gay men that liked to dress a little wild or glam. The guy in the interview, I think he name was Pepper, who talked about his mother burning up his fur coat, has similar tastes as mine when he wasn't dressing in drag of course. Him sitting there with the leather pants and leather police shaped hat, I used to wear a very similar outfit like he had on in that interview.
But I used to see the Club Kids on the "Geraldo" show and later in the "Party Monster" movie and they were waaaaaaaay out there. Some of them were so out there, they looked like they stepped out of a horror movie with the fake blood and stuff like that.
man whatever, when i dropped that one tab of lucky charms that time.......i had to reach to the floor to stir the pot...aint doint that shyt no mo......dag!!!!!
..lawd!
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its crazy because it seems like to me those too scenes seem the same
only thing different is the ...well you know
Not really. The Paris is Burning type scene had it's outrageousness with drag queens, crossdressers, and gay men that liked to dress a little wild or glam. The guy in the interview, I think he name was Pepper, who talked about his mother burning up his fur coat, has similar tastes as mine when he wasn't dressing in drag of course. Him sitting there with the leather pants and leather police shaped hat, I used to wear a very similar outfit like he had on in that interview.
But I used to see the Club Kids on the "Geraldo" show and later in the "Party Monster" movie and they were waaaaaaaay out there. Some of them were so out there, they looked like they stepped out of a horror movie with the fake blood and stuff like that.
i remember that! pepper labeija
he had the long nails
i found this awhile ago i believe this was peppers house mother
going off...! i watch this when i want go off on someone and dont have the guts
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