Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Sorry folks!

Hey folks sorry I haven't updated in a NY minute...Twas fashion week so please forgive as I was out all nights and yet sat there at fashion shows during the day. Let's just say the accessories I wore to the shows were hangovers! But I love the chic torture so I'm off right now to Milan to do it all over again!! I'll update everything when I come back....Fiorucci folks!! xx LF

Saturday, September 11, 2010

My Birthday

Thanks to everyone for another great year....

Sunday, September 5, 2010


I've been called an animal before so it didn't surprise me when the fabulous boys at SPANK asked me to pose as one. I am a horse. I've always felt that to be my animal spirit. The stylist told me he didn't quite know what he had for a horse but offered me a great unicorn costume instead. Do I seem like a pretty white horse with a dildo on my head?!.... I dont think so!!! So not be a diva but I politely declined. Glad this cowgirl stuck by her horse's guns cause I got to wear those Rodarte boots I pined over. Oh, and the carrot on top of my hay sundae was it was shot by photographer Danielle Levitt. Cuntasia!!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Mais oui oui!

I SAY YES: French director Christophe Honoré has a new film coming out soon that stars Francois Sagat. Yes, the French power bottom porn star who has become an indie darling model, actor, and fashion muse. He stars opposite Catherine Denevue's daughter and it's filmed in Paris and and in home sweet NYC. It's called "Man at Bath". I say fill up the tub!

GOES WELL WITH: Bernard Wilhem and Sagat Collaboration. Who doesn't like their fashion with a side of lube?!
SOUNDTRACK: I can't believe I'm including Britney in my soundtracks but if You've ever seen Francois's famous Youtube version of "Gimme more" while brushing his teeth in the shower, you might forgive me!!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Designer digits...

The problem is I only have 10 fingers....

Saturday, August 28, 2010

sad DAY

She helped introduce the world to a 15 year old little 'waif' named Kate. After a battle with cancer the world has lost UK fahion photographer Corrine Day. R.I.P.

Friday, August 20, 2010

World's #1 cell phone model

I SAY YES:Christopher Lee Sauve, of the infamous 'Save Anna' T-shirts has another hit on his hand with his biting blood diamond Tee. GOES WELL WITH: After she got Tyra banned from walking in Chanel shows with her, we all learnt that the only thing that goes well with Naomi (besides Alaia, Christy and Linda) is...Naomi!! The "All Naomi" Issue is the only time I've ever bought Russian Vogue....I could look at her all day...Although her tantrums are a little less chic these days, I still find her more beautiful than ever. SOUNDTRACK: She helped make Freedom90 one of the most famous videos of all time, too bad she couldn't do the same for herself. Here's her 1995 flop, and unlike her Milli Vanilli ghost written book, she can actually sing!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Dirty Rosebud

They say the IT bag is over. Andy Bates begs to differ and has created what is literally a sack of mens sacks. Let's call this murse 'The Scrotum Sack' if you will allow me. Beyond the obvious jokes of not having enough balls to wear it, it comes complete with dingle berry bell and butt hole in the back. But the real question here is...can I get one with fur?

Friday, August 13, 2010

Reading the reader

Yesterday the psychic infomercial princess Ms. Cleo celebrated her birthday. Let's pay her tribute with my dear friend Milan's version of Ms. Cleo...it's one of NY's finest at their funniest!!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My way or the highway

Move over Ms. Moss there's a new Kate in town. Already worshipped by fashionistas worldwide, Elle's style director Kate Lanphear is the new face of Eddie Borgo's Jewelry line. An impeccable NYC match, Kate is aprime embodiment of what a NY downtown muse should be. Like attracts like and Borgo and Lanphear who are are friends, enlisted Keegan Singh who's never far from Kate's side to style the chic family affair. While his sites claim that it's "deeply rooted in punk ideologies" would have Sid Viscous rolling in his grave, the pieces available at Bergdorf Goodman thankfully left punks DIY sensibilities for fine craftmanship with a perfect balance of sleek and classic with street edge sensibility.Much like the Sex Pistols putting their spin on "My Way", Mr. Borgo captured NY's flavour. I'm just glad he did it 'his way' cause it works beautifully, and beats St. Mark's Street anyday.

Monday, August 9, 2010

The Webs We Weave

I SAY YES: Taking lashes to an extreme length, British artist Jessica Harrison has created eyelashes purely out of fly legs. Though not PETA friendly, they are Cuntasia nonetheless.GOES WELL WITH: These photos were taken by amateur photographer Miroslaw Swietek, who explains “they are all covered in dew because I go to the forest around 3am. At 3am to 4am insects are sleepy and taking photos of them is easy, but it is difficult to find them.” Covered in dew that looks like diamonds, these little pests are works of arts.
SOUNDTRACK: Perhaps this is what the flies sounded like as Harrison extracted enough legs for a full set of lashes….

Sunday, August 1, 2010

That's News to Me!

I was invited to a Prada event, so what do I wear? The invitation of course! It was a swing event so I wore the clear record I received in the mail as a hat. In an interesting match, Prada invited Nina Hagen-the goth punk goddess with the voice of an opera angel-to perform. In an odd coincidence, I ran into her at the airport the next day and after chatting with her for a bit told her how much I enjoyed her performance. She is as kooky as you would expect and I loved every minute of it! On a different note, Vanity Fair Italia covered the event, and posted my picture with the caption "NYC Socialite and muse to Marc Jacobs." To clear up any confusion, I am neither of these things....Well, as far as I know anyway!

Friday, July 23, 2010

Vienna Lifeball 2010

I was proud to once agin be a part of this years Lifeball charity event in Vienna. Since Sound of Music is still my favourite movie of all time I couldn't resist parading around Vienna in old fashioned frocks. We went to the most fabulous of antique markets, and as mentioned in the post below I bought a heap of Afghan clothing. My favourite buy however was this wonderfully fake handpainted Gaultier purse. Look at the look on the kids face, even he knew it was Faulxtier. Klimt is Austian and is thus ubiquitous there. His paintings have always been a soursce of inspiration and I was lucky enough to catch an exhibit of his work....I will be flipping Klimt inspired looks on the dancefloors soon!!
Here's the link to the little report I did for PAPER MAGAZINE.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010


Good old American Gothic...So of course I go to Vienna and instead of coming home with Dirndl's I find a guy who has all this beautiful Afhgan and Uzbek conflama and buy a bagfull! That's me and my friend DJ Erik Halley from Paris, playing a little drunken dressup in our hotelroom in Vienna!

Monday, July 19, 2010

And you will know me by the trail of the dead...

Memento Mori....remember your own mortality. Once again Riccardo Tisci has blown the fashion world away, bringing to life a most beautiful death. With the most romanticly morbid details he reminded us of the true craftsminship of couture. No big show and spectacle the clothes screamed quietly on their own. The ghostly whites and shades of cream, with touches of gold all heavily laden with embroidery and encrusted with jewels. Once again the artist who inspires other artists, Ms. Frida Kahlo and her suffering spine and images were a source of inspiration. The collection makes me think less of death itself but of the Heaven that follows.

Click on the collage I put together to enlarge and behold every precious detail...

Friday, July 2, 2010


Canada day might be over but while I'm still in that proud mood. Here's a new video by my friend and fellow Canuck Jason Last. He's also the one who shot my Stylelikeu Anastasia & Snegoruchka video. It was made for Hintmag and features fashions by everyone's favourite sisters, Rodarte!

SOLILOQUY 88 from JASON LAST on Vimeo.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Happy Canada Day

I'm proud to live in New York City. I'm also very proud to be Canadian. Which bring me to one of my favourite (yes it's spelled with a U!!!!) Canadians of all times. Joni Mitchell. So looking North from Brooklyn,this song seems extra poignant today."I've seen both sides now..."
"I've looked at life from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall.
I really don't know clouds at all...."

And as Q-Tip proclaimed...Joni Mitchell never lies. Happy Canada's Day!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Season of love

When you went to school, your teachers lied to you. They told you there was only four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. They neglected to tell you about Resort. This year the Resort collections grew in numbers and it's becoming one of the most fabulous of seasons. Givenchy really turned me out with their beautiful Frida inspired take. Which brings me to Celine, who unknowing to them, reminded me of Frida. While the collection as a whole is not really my thing, I loved their two piece cotton pantsuits, and it reminded me of an amazing picture of Frida wearing a Mao suit. Celine named the look "utility-chic". That would've made Chairman Mao quite proud, and for the same price I could go to China myself to see him and buy it in the market..Even the simplest of looks...God that woman knows how to wear clothes!! Back to resort, the real standout this season was Lanvin. Here's some of my favourites and I would wear any and all of the shoes! Alber Elbaz not only has a beautiful vision, but he himself is always sweetly humble as he humoursly explained how women need options, showing how many of the outfits can be worn upside down and inside out. Remember in school when they made you put your coat on the ground and stick your arms in it and flip it on so you'd be wearing the right way? They lied to you again.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


While plus size modelling is the new "big" thing on the lips of the fashion world, let's be honest, thin will always be in, in the fashion world. Karl Lagerfeld, the most infamous fat hater even used full figured model Crystal Renn to walk Chanel's current resort show..But hey even McDonald's is chicer in France... This sweet commercial of a gay boy still trying to come out to his dad will not be run in the US because McDonalds claims the US has different "cultural norms". So while Mcdonald feels gay is ok in France, all they've left us is the great cultural norm of an obesity problem. Like I said, good thing that modelling has gone the way of Mc's fries...super sized. Well that just upped the ante and gave us the gayest McDonalds commercial ever made....for which there is no cuuuure!

Halston and the City

I might be one of the only ones who hasn't seen the new Sex in the City. Somehow I'm just over it, maybe it's cause I'm mad that Ms. Parker is getting involved with Halston which just seems blasphemous to me. Anyways here's a vintage LaLaLa on the little bit of Carrie in this Lady!Ladyfag's Little LALALA'S # 52
Being in nightlife has the advantage of not having to wait in line to do lines in the bathroom. I do however have to wait when my promiscuous peers are having sex in the stalls....I of course am above such lewdness...cough cough! Welcome to my life better known as "Sex... in the Shitty". Many a New York dwelling dame would like to fancy herself a character on "Sex in the City" and as I sit here once again like Ms. Bradshaw typing away on my macbook I can't help but consider the comparison. I am a single, nearing middle age woman living in New York City, I write a weekly column, I sometimes starve to have the perfect dress, and shoes are my strongest weakness. My mother attributes my fondness for horses to the fact that my face is as long as one and I find myself giving "My Little Parker Pony" to whom some think I resemble, a run for her money. Coincedentaly her
fake name is very similar to my real one....but the parallel ends there. I spent many enjoyable years watching Carrie and her posse of gal pals busily trying to find the perfect man, having sex along the way, and then sitting in fancy restaurants discussing it all over cosmos. I on the other hand spend my time having perfectly good sex in bathrooms, hopefully some of them are men along the way, and then leaving them to go with my girlfriends who happen to have dicks, and drink anything but cosmos....HBO isn't exactly banging down my door. It's fairly safe to say that most of my friends while being born as men have had a moment gazing in the mirror and picturing themselves as women. It's also more than safe to say that they would picture themselves as Samantha Jones. While half of the world shook their head in disgust, and the other half raise their pseudo Steinem flags in the air. My world consists of gaggles of Catrell's living out her role in real life. When sitting in the meat packing over brunch cocktails and lamenting the areas loss of drag queens to Alexander Mcqueen, I blurted out "No smoking in bars?....what's next, no fucking in bars!?"...oh wait, that was Samantha, not me... the line between tv and reality just got smaller than the line in my opening line about lines. The four of them stuck together as outsiders in a world full of NY women all getting married and starting families. I felt their embaressment and sympathized with their discomfort as they sat through wedding announcements and baby showers. Through their tears and laughter, it warmed me as they found strength in each other and embraced not being their mother's ideal of what a women should be....
I am different still. While I could try and search for the similarities between Charlotte and Miranda in my friends Drew and
Macky. In reality I only have a few girls with whom to discuss bikini line practices with. Carrie has her upper East Side brownstone, and I'm quite content with my converted mortuary loft space in Brooklyn. Her Westwood wedding gown can only be worn once, while my Westwood boots will sashay me through daily life. She has her "Mr. Big", and I have my mr. big dildo. But the truth is at the very core of this big apple and the women who live in it, there is something fundamentally that is the same. Like them I live lustfully while searching for love in between searching for labels on sale racks. Sitcoms, like life, only have so many episodes. So don't get it mistaken, I too am looking for the right one, it's just that in the meantime I might as well have the right now... aren't we all just longing for some sort of "Happy Ending".

Besos Y Brujas,

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The future is now

Last year I wanted those towering heel less Nina Ricci's so bad that I think I caused my YSL's to morph into them. I was actually in the middle of a party and still managed to host it and go dancing later on one foot. I sometimes joke that I'm a living party on heels. That night I proved it in the singular. The kind folks at YSL sent me a new pair, and luckily I still haven't destroyed them on the dancefloor!While my feet still long for those Ricci's, you can find a good substitute from Berlin's Kronier Creations. They also do lots of cyborg futuristic fetish wear that reminds me of the 90's. I'd be happy if it all stayed in the 90's except for the shoes which are beyond cuntasia! I'd happily welcome them delivered to my home right now!!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

It's rarely a fine line between tacky gauche and classic chic. A quilted bag with the double C. CLASSIC. A T-shirt with the word Gucci emblazoned across the front. TACKY. Luggage monogrammed with LV. CHIC. Dolce and Gabbana in oversized diamantes lining the side of your sunglasses. GAUCHE... Pretty simple. So what to make of these contacts with gold flakes and a Christian Dior CD in the corner of your eye?....I just can't see which side of the fence they sit on...guess they left me blind.

Monday, June 21, 2010

polka dotted princesses

I'm a big fan of Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama. She claims alot of her work with obsessive patterns, protruding phalluses, and polka dots (which she calls infinity nets) actually come from the hallucinations that she suffers. She's been voluntarily living in a mental institution for many years but has a studio near by where she still creates an abudance of work. A painter, sculptor, performance artist, poet, creator of happenings, and a feminist....have you ever pressed on your closed eyelids, and in the darkness you see flashes of glowing lights?... I like to imagine that's what it's like in her polka dotted mind.This is a video I found on the internet of her installation "Firefly's On The Water" It's one of those you had to be there to experience it things, so while it doesn't do justice it sort of gives you a glimpse. A few years back I was lucky enough to see it at the Whitney Biennial. In the midst of the chaos of the biennial, you got to go in alone to experience the magic in solitude. I remember feeling tremendous inner peace and not wanting to leave. The distraught and tortured Kusama, she had found a way to express the perfect infinity...if only she knew how to make it last for an infinity...a minute later security knocked on the door. Only a minute per person...my time with infinity was over.
I am also a large fan of Florence and the Machine and couldn't help but notice the extreme similarity in the video. I'm sure Florence got to spend much more than a minute in that lovely fantasy world. At least I can watch her video over and over to infinty and beyond.

School's out for the summer!

I SAY YES: Today is the first day of summer!!! Even a vampire like myself can't resist picnics in the park, proseco on a patio, and summer's the only time that greeting 'Mister Softee' is a good thing! I just bought an old Schwinn and have been happily riding all over Brooklyn in old fashioned get ups! I bought her on the Lower East Side at the Hester Street Market so I named her Hester. After riding her back home across the Williamsburg bridge, my crotch was not as happy as I was, and she will forever be known as Hester the Molester.GOES WELL WITH: Noelia Carballo's beautiful pictures of young girls bathing in summer glow. The pics have something very Virgin Suicides about them. Sad summer beauty.
SOUNDTRACK: Let's go with the sad summer note and run..."The Saddest Summer" by the Drums. Which contrary to the name will put a big smile on your tanned summer face!

Will Munro

After my parents, there are few people in this world who can truly say they shaped who I am today. Will Munro is one of those people. Will is also the reason I have not blogged in so long. Will Munro passed away a month ago today and left behind a broken hearted city and a broken hearted Ladyfag. It is not only in his passing that I've tried to explain to people what he means to me but for some reason I have always used him as an example of a way of life and where I come from. While I'm pretty good at being gay all on my own, it is he who taught me what it means to be Queer. A one man walking Queer revolution, he changed the entire landscape of a city. From his endless community work, to his well respected art career, to starting the most infamous queer dance parties in Toronto, to helping reinvent an entire neighborhood with the opening of "the Beaver" to his dedication to making everyone feel that being "Other" was the best way to be. He was much more than the sum of his p-arts, and his accomplishments have left an iconic legacy...He was also one of my best friends. I used to dance at his Vazaleen parties but the first time I ever did "drag" I was so nervous I thought I might vomit. I could see Will watching me from the wings. After the audience cracked their first laugh it was so on and they almost had to pull me off that stage. I ran off to hug the proudly waiting Will, and told him that I never knew how much I would love that. "I did, that's why I gave you the mic" He just said it quickly with a wink and ran off to DJ. So typical of a man who changed people's lives daily but was too humble and too busy with the next project to make it a big deal. Willus there are no words to do you justice ,but I will make up for it by the way I live my life everyday proudly being Other. That Other is you, and it's with me forever.The day after he left us, I decided I wanted to get Will's name tattooed on my finger. I wanted him to be with me always and as a reminder of the kind of person I want to be in this world. Of course the day I got it I took him dancing. Willus would have wanted just that!

I am at a loss for words. A whole city was not. The queer community in Toronto was at a standstill for Will and the tributes were large and full of rock and roll spirit. Here's our friend Bruce La Bruce's tribute to Will. read it, you'll learn alot about me if you learn about him... http://torontoist.com/2010/05/will_munro_by_bruce_labruce.php

Monday, May 17, 2010

Double trouble

Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen have actually been able to avoid the trappings of tacky celebrity clothing lines. House of Dereon anyone? Their label 'The Row' is fully chic in it's simplicity. Modern but understated, luxurious fabrics, well tailored cuts, and hefty prices, have garnered them a cult like following in the best of basics category. They were so serious about it wanting to be about the clothing and not their personas they almost considered using a front person when they started the line. I wonder if this video had something to do with it....

Saturday, May 15, 2010

If the glass slipper fits

"Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again!" There's a scary case of Peter Pan syndrome going on on the red carpets of late. While I'm definately an advocate for dressing up and the age is just a number lifestyle....When you walk a red carpet and your age is closer to your European shoe size then American, please don't come at us looking like a Disneyland employee. Considering the rumours surrounding Zac Posens dickishness I hope you found another prince charming at the Met Ball. The theme of this years Met Ball was "American WOMAN"....I guess you didn't get the memo PUMPKIN!
Coco Rocha is a model and a damn good one a that. This is the first dress she designed for her new collection. Are you fucking kidding?!!! Halloween Superstores everywhere are calling to place orders.
All right I'm almost guilty as charged myself. Upon leaving the house last week to a party my roomate noted my resemblance to Alice's favourite creepy crawler. I blame the hookah.

Friday, May 14, 2010

La Función de la Familia

Yes, Family Function is still fabulously fun on Saturday nights! And unlike most things this fashionable.... it's FREE!!

Come join the family on Saturday at Woody's!
xo Ladyfag

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

Happy your mama's day from everyone's favourite mother...

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Simply beautiful

Much hoopla is being made over the new Givenchy ads. While I think it's important for people to talk about it, I'm just too busy looking at yet another great Givenchy campaign.... A beautiful photo, of beautiful people, wearing beautiful clothes. Get into it.
"By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower" Rabindranath Tagore

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Cinco de what?!

I SAY YES: "In victory, you deserve Champagne, in defeat, you need it" Napolean. For the first time in 50 years the Goliath that was Napolean and the French army were defeated by the little David of a Mexican army. On the fifth of May 1862 in the town of Puebla 4000 badly armed mexican fighters defeated an 8000 heavily armed French army...Cinco De Mayo!! The French were actually making their way up to fight their real enemy the USA who were busy fighting the confederacy. The confederate rebels would have loved the help of Napolean on their side but the Mexicans squashed the notion....While a bit of a stretch, one could almost say those 4000 Mexicans is why the civil war ended. Basically it's the one day where the US celebrates the Mexicans in their country. Forget the champagne and bust out the margaritas! Just don't get too drunk, it's a one day affair, and the pendejos in Ariziona will be back to rounding people up...Viva la raza.
GOES WELL WITH:While everyone was out getting shit faced on margaritas, I was eating homemade mexican food and reading my new book 'Self Portrait in A Velvet Dress' which painstakingly documents every piece of Frida's wardrobe, explaining where the traditional pieces came from, the methods in which they were made, and their relation to Frida. I spent much time in Mexico City and it was a last minute choice to move to NY instead of DF. I spent the day sadly dreaming of what I gave up....Perdoname mi Teotihuacan para dejarle...estoy siempre tu chilangita en mi corazon. By the end of the day I was ready to celebrate, so I popped on my favourite handwoven rebozo and hit the party...I think Guadalupe would be proud!
SOUNDTRACK: DF girl band Las Ultrasonicas In between buying bootleg cumbia cd's off the street, this is one of my fave bands from Mexico City. These girls are nasty....check out "Vente en Mi Boca" if you don't believe me...babelfish that one paisanos!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

She's a maniac

When I was young I had a crush on Jennifer Beales in Flashdance...or maybe it was just that I wanted to be her...anyways I was getting dressed for my Family Function party last saturday and was going for this Syrian renegade look that slowly started to unravel. Instead of fighting the fashion, i went with it's flow. I sort of ended up with a Tim Burton meets Siouxsie Soux in a post apocalyptic alley. When the party pics came back I realized I finally was as close to Flashdance as I'm ever gonna be, dancing like a maniac, maniac on the floor....
Dress Gareth Pugh. Cage by Jose Duran. The rest of the insanity put together by me!