We walked for three days and three nights to ask this guy the meaning of life and when we got there he goes, “Welcome, I’ve been expecting you” and we were like, “Holy fucking shit, a talking dog.” Comments/Enlarge |
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She spent so long getting ready, she rolled over the line that separates “made up” from “in drag.”Comments/Enlarge |
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You can keep Harris and O’Toole and their homo Shakespearean bullshit. Our vote for favorite New Yorkers goes to the incorrigible duo of Marty Feldman and Joe Coleman. Comments/Enlarge |
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Cover and this photo taken simultaneously by Terry Richardson