God, how I miss the club kids–those late ’80s/early ’90s pleasure seekers who ran around night haunts dressed like plushies and working your nerves until entering a K-hole and standing still for four days.
I know what happened to SOME of these kids, of course: Michael Alig is in jail, James St. James works for World of Wonder, Desi Monster promotes parties, Jenny Talia works with a girls’ organization, and Clara the Carefree Chicken and Lahoma are in publishing. (And not all of those people were on drugs, mind you. They just seemed like it.)
But where are the immortal…
Mop and Glo
Marlon De La Ungaro
And all the other lovable kooks? Anyone have dish on them–or at least some memories that can be reprinted in a deeply tasteful family outlet such as this, cough cough?
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on September 11, 2009