On the hottest weekend of the year, how cool is this guy? I had to stop and tell him how much I liked his outfit. As my late friend George would have said upon seeing this color combination, “History of sherbet.” (I wonder if he's wearing those pants or any other bit o' green today.)
"New York is a tropical city," observes the narrator in Andrew Holleran's "Dancer From The Dance." At Sutherland's gala Pink and Green party on Fire Island, Malone surveys the beautiful men and gives a word of advice to a young man who is besotted with him: "Never forget that all these people are primarily visual people. They are designers, window dressers, models, photographers, graphic artists....They value the eye, and their sins, as Saint Augustine said, are the sins of the eye. And being people who live on the surface and the eye they cannot be expected to have minds and hearts." Later that night, at the end of the party, Malone sets off to swim across the bay. He knows now he must leave New York and the promiscuous life. "At least I learned to dance," he says. And swims off, never to be heard from again.
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