Brainy Thugs And Sex Fiends Gather To Celebrate Publication Of Luke Ford's New Books
The location was spectacular -- the rooftop pool of the West Hollywood Wyndham Bel Age Hotel, complete with a view of all of Los Angeles at sunset, and tasty complimentary hors d'oeuvres.
Cathy Seipp, Emmanuelle Richard, and I threw the party in honor of Luke's recently published XXX-Communicated: A Rebel Without A Shul and The Producers: Profiles in Frustration.
Over 100 undesirables, mostly members of the press, stood around drinking and looking tough. In a sad statement on the youth of today, even the 15-year-olds (blogger Cecile DuBois) don't look like anyone you'd want to meet in any dark alleys.
On the left, that's Feral House publisher, Adam Parfrey. Next, my cohostess, Cathy Seipp (whose "Luke-O-Rama" chronicle of the party is here), her daughter, Cecile, and Luke Y. Thompson, whose head always reminds me that it's been too long since I've had a Slurpee. But, come in for a closer look at my intelli-thug friends:
Here's renowned self-esteem expert Nathaniel Branden being sexually molested. Poor dear.
Here's our guest of honor, trying to convert all the porn stars to Judaism.
And here I am with LA Weekly's Deb Vankin and her friend Holly (thanks, LYT), looking embarrassingly unscurrilous.
In my defense, I was later cited by Emmanuelle Richard for cheese smuggling.
"Embarrasingly unscurrilous"? Send me running for the dictionary on a Sunday morning, why don'cha?
Okay. So why are you embarrassed about not looking abusive and coarse?
Lena, in loafers and argyle at August 22, 2004 11:37 AM
It does keep the loud children away. Running, screaming, away...that sort of thing!
Amy Alkon at August 22, 2004 11:49 AM
And that red thing you're holding, is that the ripped-out heart of some poor reader who's written to you for advice?
Cuisina at August 22, 2004 12:22 PM
Those, I eat, wrapped in bacon, as hors d'oeuvres. This happens to be a piece of Babybel cheese.
Amy Alkon at August 22, 2004 1:26 PM
Deb's friend is named Holly, in case anyone's curious. And she's the only person I've ever heard utter the following phrase: "I am not down with LYT...not yet"
LYT at August 22, 2004 1:55 PM
I must say, Miss DuBois is a knock-out. Wow! How quickly girls grow these days!
L. Cuisina at August 22, 2004 2:10 PM
I thought it was a prosthetic testicle...
eric at August 23, 2004 8:56 AM
I have more balls than I know what to do with Eric. It's become a storage issue.
Amy Alkon at August 23, 2004 12:11 PM
My wife has the same problem, and now she can't even tell me where she put mine.
eric at August 23, 2004 12:46 PM
Just one correction: Adam Parfrey's publishing co. is called Feralhouse, not Cult Books.
Cathy Seipp at August 23, 2004 3:57 PM
My dear, whomever told you that pink shold be a signiture color was sadly mistaken. And with your masculine jawline the pink tones of your lipstick and eyeshadow do nothing for you. Prrhaps the next time you visit fashion's capitol you should spend a few moments procuring some hints to make your look more womanly and less garish
Aveda Advice at August 25, 2004 12:20 PM
My dear, whomever told you that pink should be a signature color was sadly mistaken. And with your masculine jawline the pink tones of your lipstick and eyeshadow do nothing for you. Prrhaps the next time you visit fashion's capitol you should spend a few moments procuring some hints to make your look more womanly and less garish... Not a pretty look for your structure at all.
Aveda Advice at August 25, 2004 12:21 PM
Your IP address says you live in Jersey City, whatever little cowardly weenie is posting snide little remarks about me. Send me your photo; I'd be happy to post it alongside mine...and we'll do a side-by-side comparison. Oh, and send me your name, too. The anonymous attack thing -- it's really pathetic. I might attack people, but I stand behind everything I say, "masculine jawline" and all.
Amy Alkon at August 25, 2004 1:09 PM
Friend of Susan Spano's, by any chance? You seem to know an awful lot about me!
Amy Alkon at August 25, 2004 1:10 PM
"And with your masculine jawline the pink tones of your lipstick and eyeshadow do nothing for you."
Hmmm... how do YOU spell "C-U-N-T-Y"?
Lena Confit at August 25, 2004 2:01 PM