Monthly Archives: August 2011

VOGUE: Born This Way

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Down my way, they say our family is like royalty. Mainly because none of us have real jobs, half of us leech off the state and there’s often been pictures in the papers of one of us stumbling out of a nightclub last thing at night. (What?! We work there!) Of course, it’s one thing to act like royalty. It’s another to actually be royalty. Well as I said to Kate Middleton, when we did the Summer Project together years …

Press Release: DRAG ACADEMY

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Applications are now being accepted for enrolment into Shirley Temple Bar’s Drag Academy. Part “Drag Queen Finishing School”, part screwball team competition, Shirley Temple Bar’s Drag Academy is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Successful applicants will become students at Shirley Temple Bar’s Drag Academy where they will undertake a variety of projects to help them explore style, form and movement. They will develop their skills in performance, costume and make-up, with help from course tutors. The syllabus will include …

On Location: A Rose Garden

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The Roses have landed. There they are on the front lawn of RTE having their picture taken with host for this year’s Rose of Tralee, Daithí O Sé. I think the one in the red dress has it in the bag.

Rendevous

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A story about growing up in the universe. Music video by animator, Scott Benson. Check out his other work here.

On Location: March for Marriage

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What do we want? Besides a pony and statue on Grafton Street, I want Marriage Equality. And I’m not even engaged!

On Location: Who’s Zoomin’ Who?

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Dublin Zoo. Prison for animals. Habitat for Hot Daddy types of a Sunday morning. And it’s feeding time.