(14) Same Thing in Reverse
This is me as a random wisp, floating around for no apparent reason behind Boy George while he lip-synced to his own beautiful voice, alongside various androgynous reprobates from New York’s clubland.
It was in some film-stage in the Meat-Packing District, pre-gentrification, when the nocturnal labour force on far West 14th Street between 9th and 10th Avenues was still a raw but harmonious juxtaposition of wholesale meat-packers and transgender sex workers. With not one expensive designer fashion outlet or chi-chi cocktail bar in evidence yet, the Meat-Packing District still packed actual meat instead of designer shoes.
There on the SW corner of West 14th Street and 10th Avenue, the Liberty Inn, where many of the trans women used to take their clients, remains triumphantly today (against the odds, given the above-mentioned gentrification), somewhat spruced up but still proudly rentable by the hour.
The skirt was part of my “shimmers in bronze” period. IMDb listing here. (1’22”)
(See video here.)