Catwalk Tragedy NYC 2009

Adam was on assignment, photographing the event for his friend Jenny's online magazine Auxiliary Magazine. I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity to witness the madness when he said, "It's a goth [well, Jenny calls it "alternative lifestyle"] fashion show...but it's like a beauty pageant show too." And then he mentioned men's fashion and I couldn't stop thinking of high school goth kids and I was sold.

We ended up standing for more than four hours at the end of the catwalk. When Marlo Marquise walked onstage, we knew the competition was over.

Check out Adam's photo of Marlo

The show definitely had a schedule, but when you put alcohol, technical difficulties, and people with big personalities together, there a lot of non-event time to be passed. And when drinks are $10 a pop, you just stand and stare at people.

Knowing only what Adam told me about the show, I imagined a catwalk fashion show made up of exquisite models with several changes of hair, clothing, and make-up, where the judges were to choose the models who best represented their looks. In reality, I felt like we were watching an adult high school talent show. The show fell apart during the "talent" portion. The audience was restless and started throwing shit, the other DJ was distracted by two girls who were fawning over him, and nearly all the judges were drunk and dismissive of the contestants who weren't doing something "sexy".

Some "highlights"(?):

• A male contestant walked onstage shirtless and handed the DJ a small jar of mayo and walked backstage. [What an artist, no one understands!!]
  
• While a contestant recited some deep poetry, a drunk judge said, "What is going on?! Can someone tell me what's happening?"
  
• One dude ran out dressed like Hulk Hogan, complete with a large American flag, gnarly mustache, and rip-able shirt and did the whole Hulk Hogan pre-match thing. [It was awesome. So out of place!]
  
• One girl made her costume out of electronic circuit boards. The concept was great but the execution was just awful. She got onstage, stood there and madly tapped on the buttons of a toddler toy that was situated next to her crotch to make weird sounds (aka electronic music) while the MC and DJ jabbed their microphones to the small speakers at her side. This lasted for 5 LONG minutes.
  
• The Merc came out in a black head to toe LATEX onesy and took off this underwear (without undressing) and threw it into the crowd.
  
  
  This is The Merc.
  
• AND the most obvious of all was the DJ's pants pitched a tent during all the sexy girl acts. I reckon it was more uncomfortable for him than all of us.

All in all, I had a great time! Personal bests were Voltaire the MC (please read his 12.30.08 post), and Suicide City who played an amazing, back-flipping set. (I want to see them play again!)