(HEYDAY: Andy Warhol’s Flesh, 1968) “Little Joe never once gave it away . . . ” The beau of the Factory.
(this very instant) Can someone this cute actually be funny?
(1999–2001) Fonzie to a generation of editorial assistants.
(early eighties) Andy Warhol found him in a cardboard box and made him an art superstar!
(early seventies) The hottest straight boy who ever dressed like a girl.
(the eighties) Radiant nerd. Moby precursor.
JAY MCINERNEY and BRET EASTON ELLIS
(the eighties) Literary lords of the Palladium.
(circa Titanic) Where would Moomba have been without his “pussy posse”?
(circa Midnight Cowboy) “I’m no cowboy, really, but I’m a first-class stud.”
DAMIAN LOEB and MOBY
(1999) Shirtless art hustler and his hairless vegan best friend.
(late seventies) When junkie poets were sexy.
(early nineties) When publishing and Armani suits were sexy.
JOHN F. KENNEDY JR.
(mid-nineties) Rollerblading his way into our wet dreams.
D.J. MARK RONSON
(2000) Yo, yo, yo! Peter Duchin!
(1999) Vivrant Thing.
(early eighties) The imperious gatekeeper of Danceteria.
(in his Studio 54 days) Twenty-five years have come between you and this Calvin.
(2002) Is this “It”?