TK and Pascal’s faces tell the whole story of just what kind of shit-show of love the Regretro party was. It’s this kind of joie that probably kept this party going for the last year. Credit: Becca Lemire
Emad did some DJing at Unfriendly Bitch, and Cameron pressed up the craft drag on crack. That paper bag has lipstick and a blonde ponytail. A fucking Barbie-level ponytail. Could you just die? Credit: Becca Lemire
J/A/L’s face is the perfect stink-face. The disco-ball hat and the snap-on bow tie really make the pure stink-face stand out, like the most perfect framing for a beautiful piece of art. I think J/A/L should be the face of the next poster for Unfriendly Bitch at The Beaver. Like really, can you get any more unfriendly or bitchy than this? Credit: Becca Lemire
It was chilly out the night of Vogue Ball, so Davey came prepared with his best feather boa, which provides just enough coverage to keep the flu at bay but not so much that you hide your money-maker of a bod away from the adoring public. Smart man. Credit: Becca Lemire
The Vogue Ball at Harbourfront was so incredibly rife with talent Becca had a panic attack in the bathroom at one point. Check out Alistair here and his lovely outfit, inspired by Leigh Bowery. Oh swoon. Credit: Becca Lemire
Jo, François and Benjamin were prancing through the Vogue Ball in all the things I love in life: eyelashes that read from the back of the room, cut-off athletic jerseys and one well-waxed dandy mustache. It’s more of an ensemble piece than a star of the show, this trio, but all the best acts are. Credit: Becca Lemire
Mitchell bears a striking resemblance to a 1980s Rick Astley in that green plaid-on-plaid suit, and I say that in the nicest way possible; that suit is beautiful and it matches him to a tee. Adamo, by his side, ain’t so bad either. Perfect 10. Credit: Becca Lemire
Sexy couple Darlene and Julie did it up on the dancefloor for Joseph and The Mercurials’ show at Soho House. That place has so much skin-tight leather and perfect blowouts flipping around, you’d think it was upper Manhattan in the late 1970s in there. Credit: Becca Lemire
(See the corresponding photos in the slideshow above.)
1• Johnnie Walker and Sexy Mark Brown are just two of the fantastic performers from Boylympics, the Boylesque TO semi-fundraiser and tongue-in-cheek fun-activism at Lee’s Palace. Two dollars from every ticket went to Egale. Also, it was hella fun.
2• Shall we take a little tour of Imogen Quest’s Boylesque outfit here? Hot 1950s-era hair and bandana (and “We Can Do It” stance), red-on-red-on-red shirt and shorts. But it’s all about taking this outfit from the streets of Pride in summer to the dead-of-winter dancefloor at Lee’s by adding the zebra-print tights that makes this one a winner.
3• From left to right: Obskyra’s intense and incredible earrings, Percy’s low-hanging crystal on a chain and finally, Suki Tsunami’s incredible frames, jacket and name. Like hello, just say that out loud: “Suki. Tsunami.” This is the first time in the history of this column that I’ve wanted to perform cunnilingus on someone’s name.
4• Look at the sweaters and jackets on these three strapping men. No really, take a moment to appreciate this modern Bret Easton Ellis moment in time right here. Jeremy’s is my favourite, but it’s nothing without Darren and Justin as a companion set.
5• Can I just give thanks to Becca for these incredible pics of regular people I’d actually fuck? It’s the first time we went to Drag Race and saw such a Gap-ad-worthy swath of do-able normies. First I couldn’t figure out which of the boys I’d hit, and now I’m stuck in the same conundrum with (from left) Megan, Emma and Alex; although, I gotta say, Alex’s glasses-and-fringe combo is inching to the front.
6• Check out Skevvy here on the left, rocking her Team Canada pride in that scarf while she also expresses her queer Boylympics pride at Lee’s Palace. Cheeky lady. I’m also really digging on Laura’s eyebrow/hair colour match. Hard to get deep-blue-sea mermaid down without looking too queenie. She nailed it.
7• I’ve been looking at this picture of (from left) Roy, Vincent and Daniel for a solid five minutes now, and I still can’t figure out who I’d like to bang more. Looking at them is like standing at a buffet on an Oprah diet. How much is too much? Can I calorically afford a bit of all three? Really, with a bar lineup like this at Drag Race, who’s watching the show?
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