A couple vacation shots from my very short trip to San Francisco. I went there for my nephew’s wedding. The day before I arrived the mayor of Paris, who happens to be gay, made a visit to Castro street. I was expecting a parade of flesh like the old Christopher street but in fact I found it to be rather quiet. I enjoyed a quick visit to the Citylights book store and loved the de Young museum with it’s James Turrell sculpture in the garden. We spent at least 3 hours there and when I was talking about the architecture of the museum I kept calling it Robb’s museum because to me Young means Robb.
I don’t visit America very often so all those smiles were a bit of a shock to my system. A pleasant one, I might add. My last night in San Francisco I met my cousin who I had not seen since we were both around 13. That was a total pleasure.
Karl Lagerfeld and his team were in Las Vegas shooting the Versace campaign. However, I did not run into them but I knew that they were there.
This is not my nephew, just happens to be a couple that I liked the way they looked, drag that it is out of focus. Naz and D are on stage at the Thursday Slam session.
Couldn’t resist showing you a little of Las Vegas fashion. I know that I promised Robb Young lots of photos from Las Vegas and I did not deliver. I never even made it to the fake Paris, saw it from a distance, missed the dancing water falls at the Bellagio Hotel, never even walked into Ceasars Palace but did make it to the Flamingo, the oldest casino in Las Vegas, missed Joey Arias at Cirque de Soleil, but I saw him on the plasma screens at the Vegas airport.
Tomorrow I’m off to the festival d’Hyeres. A work in progress, more later.