Many a song of praise has been raised for that unique charming quarter in Amsterdam, the Jordaan. And also many a book has been writ celebrating the close bonds of friendship and family in what originally once was a working-class district. That the heart of the Jordanese, with his pink net curtains and table lamps with tacky trimmings, has always been in the right place is a well-known fact. Over the last decades the Jordaan has changed into a trendy quarter of international appeal. Rumour has it that Brad Pitt and girlfriend Jennifer Aniston have bought themselves a pied-à-terre here and also Madonna has her eye on one. Such developments often mean death to former solidarity, but not so in the Jordaan.
Henderson stepped forward. Martin looked up at the blond cop, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. This man could hurt him severely. Henderson planted his feet wide apart. “Kiss my boots”, he said. Martin crawled over to the policeman. He kissed the left boot first, then the right boot. “Take my boots and socks off.” When Martin pulled the cop’s heavy boots off, the strong, pungent smell of Henderson’s socks hit his nose. “Take my socks in your mouth”, the cop said. Martin swallowed. He tried to think of a way to disobey this order. Henderson slapped him on his head four or five times.
From July 27 (so also during Amsterdam Gay Pride), Peter Colstee’s new paintings under the title ‘Walls & Waters’ are on exhibit in Gallery Faubourg. This Amsterdam gallery begins to manifest itself more and more as a veritable treasure house of male art. Two years ago this gallery annex antique store at the Overtoom #426 opened its doors.
During the festival of contemporary Spanish cinema, this year for the first time in Amsterdam, Piedras by Ramón Salazar was on the program only a few times. Fortunately this spell-binding film can now be seen again.
With this film director Salazar (1973) was a nominee for the Goya (Spanish Oscar) and the Berlin Festival Golden Bear. His directing debut is indeed remarkable, if only for the fact that the five interwining story lines all center around the footwear of five women. These five women, all in their own way struggling with their life, are introduced to the viewer by way of their shoes.
Photographing "daddies", who’ve turned the male body into a lustob-ject like Bruce Weber and Greg Gorman, have meanwhile a host of eager youngsters pressing up behind them to secure for themsel-ves their place in the limelight. One of these up and coming whip-persnappers is Thorsten Horvath, born in 1970, who recently saw his second photobook roll from the presses.
Thursday June 13, the day we arrived in Moscow, happened to be the celebration of the twelft anniversary of the new Russian federation. Thousands of tourists and natives were roaming the twelve traffic lanes of the enormous wide Twersky Boulevard to join the massive festivities on the Red Square.
The elite gay clubs and saunas, open almost all day and night, can only be afforded by tourists and well-to-do Moscovians. The cheaper clubs are crowded by a mix of straights and gays, all garbed in unisex gear. Cruising spots are peopled by young guys in search of (paid) sex. For a town of ten million, two gay discos, five gay bars and four gay saunas can hardly be called a luxury.
When on Juy 4, 1776, the then thirteen United States of America decided to break away from their British motherland, in their Declaration of Independence state representatives spoke of some "self-evident Truths", including that "all Men are created equal" and that they are endowed with "certain unalienable Rights", like "Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness". The next centuries showed that some citizens are more equal than others and that unalienable rights are not the same for everyone.
Teigetje and Woelrat. Two young men devoting themselves heart and soul to the creation of high quality clothing. With their collection they leave an indelible imprint on Dutch fashion. In their very own way they use linen, wool and suede to transform the wardrobe of men and boys. Also attracting the eye of the national press, who showed up in droves at their latest April show. Of course your roving Gay News reporter used his first row seat to scrutinize proceedings with watchful eye ....