𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿, 𝟸𝟷-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚜𝚘 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎, 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝟹." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, "𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜." 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 (𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 #𝟽).
I’m back from vacation and I have some very exciting zines and events coming up! So please don’t go anywhere. I’m also happy to announce - and on the deathiversary of Tab Hunter - that I am putting the finishing touches on the zine “50,000,000 Tab Fans Can’t Be Wrong” on the life and death of Hollywood hard on and closeted gay boy, Tab Hunter (for those of you waiting on your orders, I will be doing two big mailings this week - internationally and domestically). Also, if you don’t know who Tab Hunter is you should start watching some of his movies before you check out my zine!
"𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗' 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚊, 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠 '𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎!"
-𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜' 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎, "𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛."
𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾, 𝚃𝚊𝚋 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝟾𝟼. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝟻𝟶𝚜, 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 "𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋." 𝙰 "𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎" 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜" 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟻 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢, "𝚃𝚊𝚋 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕." 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚣 "𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔: "𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, '𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.'"
𝙸𝚗 𝟷𝟿𝟻𝟻, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚞-𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢-𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝-𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚊𝚋 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘-𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 "𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙-𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢" 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 "𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚢," 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 - 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎" 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜." 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.
"𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚖𝚖𝚖... 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚖𝚖𝚖... 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝."
A competitive skater himself, Hunter was friends with many "Ice Capades" skaters, which is how he met Robertson. "He could spin faster than anybody in the world," Hunter said proudly. They were careful not to be seen together often, but Hunter accompanied Robertson to the 1956 world figure skating championship. Robertson was told he wouldn't win if Hunter attended. "The fact that I was there with Ronnie might have hurt his ability to win. And he should have won," he said.
I will be tackling the stories of two of the biggest pop icons of this generation. Prince and George Michael. Two artists we lost too soon. I can’t stop listening to Prince at the moment which makes it difficult to not want to jump ahead and focus on the Prince issue. I can’t wait to share with you all so many personal photos of my trip two weeks ago,
Yesterday’s Print and Art Fair at the Museum of Latin American Art in Long Beach, CA was a huge success. I met some really awesome people - my table mate and I even shared the same name… first and last if you can believe it! If you’re in need of inspiration look no further than an art fair or zine fest. They’re everywhere and usually free. I’m feeling very inspired heading into the next three issues of Dead in Hollywood.
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Cha, cha, cha... join us tomorrow in Long Beach, CA from 11AM - 5PM for the 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛 & 𝙵𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚝. It’s free and it’s going to really fucking cool! Art work on the walls, zines on the tables. And my first Spanish edition of Dead in Hollywood… M𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍: 𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚎 𝚅é𝚕𝚎𝚣 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊!
𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝟷𝟷𝙰𝙼 - 𝟻𝙿𝙼 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛 & 𝙵𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍: 𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚎 𝚅é𝚕𝚎𝚣. 𝙼𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍: 𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚎 𝚅é𝚕𝚎𝚣 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊 ❤️🙏 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙰 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢! (𝟼𝟸𝟾 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝙰𝚟𝚎, 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝙲𝙰 𝟿𝟶𝟾𝟶𝟸)
Three years ago on April 19th, Prince attended a show at the Dakota Jazz Club in Minneapolis to hear singer Lizz Wright. CBS Minnesota reports that whenever he went to the Dakota, he'd enter through a special door. “We just kind of had a way that avoided him being seen,” said Lowell Pickett, the Dakota’s owner. “He would walk in the side door and walk up the stairs to a table that was kind of by itself, and we’d close a curtain next to it so it was kind of like a box seat.” Just about every month, Prince would show up at the club. On Thursday, my husband surprised me for my birthday with a trip to Paisley Park on the anniversary of Prince's death - Paisley Park was Prince's home and recording studio. Tomorrow we'll be touring the complex and attending "Paisley Park After Dark." On Sunday, the three year anniversary of his death, we'll be taking a VIP tour of the complex as well as celebrating his life afterward at the Dakota. Today we toured "Prince's Places" in and around Minneapolis. The following photos are of the night my husband surprised me and me standing in front of the Dakota Jazz Club. I have the fucking best husband in the world! Many more photos to come!
I always find it so hard to say goodbye when I finish an issue of Dead in Hollywood. I can’t think of a better time to put the finishing touches on Dorothy Dandridge’s story then on the eve of the Academy Awards. I plan on doing a slideshow on Dandridge’s life in the near future. Stay tuned and turned on.
𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗-𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗-𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎. (Instagram: DEADINHOLLYWOODZINE)