Rob Roth is a performer/director who plays a Cocteau-esque wolfman full of woe and longing. He was in full costume at the Out NYC gay hotel, where Out There magazine was having a party, and where a room was allotted for the evening's performers (like Rob) to get dressed up in. Having done so, he w ... More >>
Sir Ivan Wilzig, a rich guy who makes music and has the money to promote it, has a splashy annual party at his Renaissance-Fair-style castle in Water Mill, where they give you a red cape on the way in and a mug on the way out. And in between? Well, it's pretty crackers. A few years ago, the bash f ... More >>
Check out my new best friends, sisters Lorraine and Sabina Belkin. They're glammed-up go-getters who just opened Duo Restaurant and Lounge in the growing NoMad area, conveniently located near my house. And the place has some facinating touches, like menus that magically light up when you o ... More >>
A four-headed creature -- all masked, by the way -- with arms as legs and vice versa, Narcissister is the strikingly schizo creation of a Brooklyn-based artist/performer who trained at Alvin Ailey's Dance Center. Directed by Rob Roth, Narcissister: This Masquerade -- a one-hour romp at Abron ... More >>
"Andrew Cuomo won big, Christine O'Donnell lost big, and Sharron Angle can now go become the Mad Hatter at her own private Tea Party." So says visual artist Rob Roth, and he's definitely got a point.
Ves PittsI always said that visual artist Rob Roth was a nouveau Cocteau, so it made perfect sense when he showed up as the Beast singing a beauty of a "House of the Rising Sun" at "Geek Chic--A Book Club Burlesque" at Parkside Lounge, backed by cellist extraordinaire Julia Kent. Benicio's ... More >>
Or more accurately, up a rabbit hole. This was at Castlestock 2009, a surreal Woodstock annniversary tribute in and around a Hamptons castle owned by a rich guy named Sir Ivan, who sings, wears a cape, and wants to be terribly famous. So do I--but I settled for some nookie instead, climbing ... More >>
Rob Roth Here's a candid shot of me reading Mary Jo Buttafuoco's new book, Getting It Through My Thick Skull, which I devoured like sour candy! I even adored the subtitle, "Why I Stayed, What I Learned, and What Millions of People Involved with Sociopaths Need To Know."
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A visit to the land of Oz and straight talk from Rihanna and Ian Benardo, among others
Two works probe distance versus intimacy, and the ambiguity of a spectator's scripted gaze