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February 18, 2004 #
 There have been too many Vincent Gallo sightings lately. Enough that I wonder if he likes walking around in the cold so much then why doesn't he just move back to Buffalo? Here, Chris Gage bumps into the man who was blown by the girl who Chris kissed in his Darien High School days. A couple weeks ago, Chris and Vinnie chewed the fat and swapped the spit, so to speak. I was all "Fuck damn, if it ain't Vinnie Gallo." He's trucking it down browntown SoHo like it's the hallway leading to his boudoir when I flash all Fletch-like my digicam and ask if he minds. I ask in that suave way I woo the broads at International Bar, and he sidles up and I aim the cam. I motion to put my arm around him and he does a little this-and-that to the right (he's as agile as a jack rabbit, I tell ya) and says, "Oh. You mean together?" Give a brother a break! Word is dudes don't want single shots of male models unless they can get some skin! Agreeably, he relents but all I can only think is "Chloe Sevigny, Chloe Sevigny, my dignity for a Chloe Sevigny" who I went to high school with and who smooched me during a school assembly for reasons I have yet to fathom (pity, perhaps; though it coulda been she mistook me for a richie prickie who'd be willing to finance her first film foray: "Weed Beach: Babe, Bimmers, and Some Dude Named Ezra Who Will Steal Your Girlfriend") and around whom current rumors swirl by the twins moons of the paparazzi: Rush and Malloy. Vin and Chloe did a shtick together you might have heard some blue market rumbles about -- seems it touched off a hail storm of hate from our man of Café Habana. Unfortunately, Gallo's wattage eclipses off my larynx chords in one snip and I can only erk out something that resembles "Clofter Senegal" as sung through a didgeridoo. Embarrassed I snap said picture and shake his hand and fear that I was unable to get his goat with an oblique reference to something he wished death upon Fat Ebert about, so I stick the camera down my pants and take a pic of my johnson. That's always a good time. It's close to full circle. Archives "The Other Page" powered by Removable Hype. RSS. Copyright © 2003 La Otra Página, Inc. All nights observed. Feel free to email "info(at)krucoff.com" for questions, comments, stock tips, and family gossip. |
