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Author Archives: Alan Ilagan

Good Friday Cookies

Come on. 

It’s funny.

Happy Nailing!

Happy Good Friday!!!

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

There are some days when Albany can’t handle the party going on below my waist.

#GoToHellPants

#TinyThreads

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Summer by Louis Vuitton

Les Colognes Louis Vuitton.

Those words taken together should strike terror into Andy’s heart, because the last time I experienced a Louis Vuitton obsession he was generous enough to gift me with one of their classic Keepall bags at a price point which shall remain absent on this site. The fact that they have been doing fragrance for a couple of years was not lost on me, but I never ventured into any research or experimentation because, well, money.

With the Les Colognes collection, a trio of summer-inspired scents looked as if the House of Vuitton might be making a more mainstream attempt at fragrance at a slightly more affordable level. (And it turns out that at $250 one gets 100 mL, which is roughly the same cost of a Tom Ford Private Blend, only with twice as much product.) Enough vulgar cash conversation, we are here to determine the merits of the scents themselves, not a financial lesson which I have no business giving.

Jacques Cavalier Belletrud is the perfumer behind the three offerings: Afternoon Swim, Cactus Garden, and Sun Song. Artist Alex Israel was tapped to design the flacons and packaging – brilliant, colorful works of art in vibrant shades of blue, green and yellow – ideal for the sunny, beachy, summery feel of the set. It sounds heavenly, as much for the specific notes as for the season they portend. Sun Song offers the sweet citrus of orange blossom; Cactus Garden gives off a green, lemongrass effervescence; and Afternoon Swim, on paper at least, sounds like my perfect cup of summer sun tea, with its mandarin and bergamot breeziness.

Citrus is notorious for its fleeting nature, gone too soon like summer itself, but this is the one season of the year where I don’t mind so much. Heavy, cloying, monsters of sillage have no place in the lighter days when heat and humidity strike down all in their path. Besides, a re-application during the day is a welcome boost when the afternoon starts lagging.

Of course, this throws a sweetly-scented wrench into the spring/summer cologne proceedings, which up to this point have been dominated by selections from Hermes and Diana Vreeland and possibly Tom Ford. Will Louis Vuitton topple such venerable favorites? Only the summer knows…

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The Boy in Overalls and Keds

“He wanted, as did I, to become something he’d neither yet seen nor dreamed of, something he’d recognize the moment he saw it: himself. Yet he was constantly confounded, for no matter how much he adorned himself with scarves and jewelry, he could not understand that this was himself, as was also and at the same time the boy in overalls and Keds. He was split in two pieces – as who was not? – the blond wave cresting rigidly about his close cropped- hair.” – Richard McCann, ‘Mother of Sorrows’

Engaging with a recent bout of nostalgia, and embracing all that we were, I find myself taking a brief sojourn back in time to when we were young. Writers such as Richard McCann, who wrote the featured quote above, are much more adept at evoking such memories. I can only approximate what it was like, what I was feeling, and mostly it only resonates with me. Still, most of our memories convey similar wistfulness and longing, and perhaps you can relate to reaching an age where you have just as much to look back on as you do to look forward to. I hate ending a sentence with a preposition, but sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do. Like looking back. Now I’ve gone and muddled the day before it’s even begun. That’s what revisiting the past can do.

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Medellin by Madonna & Maluma

A shuffling little tropical trifle, this breezy ditty is really like nothing Madonna has ever done before. With the aid of a very relaxed Maluma and his reggaeton influence, it’s the perfect encapsulation of the coming summer, and Madonna’s intimate and occasionally whispered vocals (slightly reminiscent of the ‘Ray of Light‘ album’s beginning and ending) strike new territory for pop’s returning queen.

I like its casual, soft-focus vibe, and at this point in her career Madonna doesn’t give a fuck about the haters, so silencing the anonymous online trolls requires nothing more than a shrug. I’m a die-hard fan who enjoys most of what she does (not all) and I happen to already love this one. It’s a lovely intro to the ‘Madame X’ experience, as well as a wonderful, wistful slide into the spring/summer seasons. This was made for summer lounging, pool parties, and sunny drives. It doesn’t bother trying to live up to impossible expectations, and ends up giddily surpassing them because of it. Sometimes you just need to enjoy what a song sounds like and go with the flow. One-two-cha-cha-cha…

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

If you are asked what something might mean to you if such and such happened, don’t cop out and say “it would mean the world to me.” Trite nonsense is time wasted.

#TinyThreads

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A MidSummer Day’s Gin

Last year was all about the Ketel One Grapefruit Rose vodka seen in a photo in this post (thank you Carl!) – but this summer’s libation may have something to do with Hendrick’s MidSummer Gin. I love a floral gin – especially when making something like a lavender cocktail. This bottle of Hendrick’s may lend itself to something in the rose order of things, and I think it will work well on a simpler level as well, perhaps in a gin and tonic.

According to the literature, this extremely limited edition is already becoming scarce: “This one of a kind experience, like the gin, is but fleeting – limited by nature – but glorious while it lasts… whisking the curious to a heady world where flowers are at their most potent, love at its most powerful, and possibilities at their most infinite.”

All right, I’m on it. As the Countess once exclaimed, “Get me a bromide… and put some gin in it!” Summer will arrive before anyone is ready, and gin works best in summer. 

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Madame Will See You Now

The dawning of a new Madonna era is upon us, as Madonna teased a snippet of her new album on Instagram yesterday, along with some tantalizing sneak-peeks at some of the accompanying visuals. She has christened her new album ‘Madame X’ and it sounds like an absolute return to what Madonna does best: evocation, provocation, and titillation.

The shape-shifting nature of her chameleonic ways seems to be the focus here, which may be the smartest way to move ahead in our fractured pop world. Madonna’s always been about the mask, transforming into a new guise every few years, shedding her skin like a snake and revealing a fresh set of fantastical scales.

So much of the problematic nature of her public persona might be attributed to people wanting her image to align precisely with the person she is. The truth is, we all wear masks. We are also different people as we evolve and grow. Madonna embraces this and it makes some of us uncomfortable. We want our idols to remain who they are when we first worshipped them. Some won’t ever get beyond Madonna as faux-virgin material girl. And some of us have left that all behind.

I’m ready for the next adventure. Bring it on, Madame X.

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

There’s always a chance this may change, but I honestly don’t see myself getting into a backpack anytime soon. Not even if Tom Ford is selling one.

#TinyThreads

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A Recap Adorned by Palm Fronds

Parting the palms: it’s the day after Palm Sunday and high Holy Week is upon us. May this one be higher than the Empire State. It’s also a rainy Monday, which makes moving into this week extra fun. On with the recap…

Cody Christian went shirtless.

The thread of threads continued.

Tom Ford to the extreme.

The staggering beauty of Diana Vreeland.

Mad Men Zen.

From a writer who knows Dick.

Our Broadway Weekend with Mother has been finalized. 

Recalling the vintage (and my old goatee).

Returning to the scene of my crime. 

Shirtless miscellany.

Hunks of the Day included Garðar Thór Cortes, Toby Levins, and Gideon Glick.

 

 

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Men of Shirtless Miscellany

It’s a Sunday in April, and spring deigned to visit this weekend, allowing me to fill about fifteen lawn bags of yard debris in preparation for the garden season. (We are well on way to our usual 40.) My aching back is proof of those efforts, and rather than sit in some uncomfortable position and type a bunch of stuff for this blog, I’m taking the say way out with something easy on the eyes: a collection of shirtless gents who have graced this site with their beauty.

We begin with Bryce Eilenberg, beloved ginger from RuPaul’s Drag Race. Mr. Eilenberg has populated previous posts with his fiery physique, as seen here

A trio of Henry Cavill GIFs is a gift that keeps on giving. For more Cavill action, visit this post or this post or this post

 

Finn Balor has been a Hunk of the Day here previously, as has Roger Frampton. Both are worth another look

Danell Leyva knows how to work a pommel horse, especially when naked, which was seen in his Hunk of the Day post

Two of the coolest men in entertainment are Idris Elba and Adam Levine. More of the former can be seen in this Idris Elba post, and much more of the latter can be seen in this shirtless Adam Levine post

Heading over the pond, Dan Osborne exemplifies the best of the man-spread. He’s been here sans underwear altogether here, here, and here

Joe Jonas makes up one-third of the Jonas Brothers, but he is one full package in his Guess underwear ads

Finally, a double-poser shot of Jack Laugher and Dan Goodfellow closes out this shirtless/Speedo Sunday post. See Jack Laugher bulging in another Speedo here, and then visit Dan Goodfellow in his Speedo here

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This Is Why I Don’t Return Things

“Hi!” he said, joining the Customer Service line behind me at Wal-Mart (the same store I had robbed a while back). It was my first time in a return line in well over a decade. I just don’t return things, even if I should. Even if they don’t fit or work. But this time, when a pair of pruning shears shit the bed after three cuts of a hydrangea, I decided to exchange the thing.

“Hi,” I said in my most-unamused tone when I finally realized he was talking to me.

“Been waiting here long?”

I had been. “Yeah, I’ve been here half an hour. Well, maybe 15 minutes, so good luck. I’ve been giving that manager dirty looks hoping she would do something,” I said nodding at the sheepish woman with a barbed-wire wrist tattoo who had been over to help for all of 30 seconds before hiding behind other cashiers and pretending to give important orders in any other part of the store.

“Whoa, that long? Hey, when is a good time to plant a garden?” he asked.

Puzzled, as I didn’t even think he saw the pruning shears in my bag, I asked him what he meant before truly ferreting out his kookiness and realizing I shouldn’t have engaged.

“Like can I start a garden now?”

“Sure.”

“But will the plants survive?”

“You can prepare the bed now and plant later.”

“I guess we can grow pot now too! It’s legal right?”

Now it was starting to make some sense. “Well, I don’t think it’s quite legal yet,” I said warily.

“But they won’t charge you, right?”

“I think if you sell it they will charge you, but if you get caught smoking it they supposedly aren’t doing much,” I said, trying to figure out how to end this inane conversation. He went on about the pot and the garden, and how he had been to Denver where it’s legal and he had a Gummy bear with pot in it only it was 100 milligrams instead of 10 milligrams and he ate the whole thing and ruined his entire vacation because he was lying in bed thinking he was dead.

“That must have been scary,” I said in as dry and dead-pan a manner as I could muster.

“Hey, I got this keyboard here for $53 and then I found it on Amazon for less,” he said, showing me a keyboard in a box.

By the grace of God, it was finally my turn at the customer service counter. I won’t be going back.

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Vintage Recollections

Every once in a great while, I’ll dust off a few old photo albums – the actual, physical kind that we once used – and indulge in a brief bout of nostalgic mental meandering, retreading old haunts and revisiting former moments of a glory we never quite realized at the time. The photographs here are from the 1990’s so you’ll have to forgive my goatee – I knew not what I was doing. More moving to me are the expressions of genuine happiness and hope on the faces of people who remain vitally important in my life. We were on the verge of stepping properly into our adult lives. Maybe we thought we knew more than we did; for my part, I always felt like I knew just a little less than these brilliant people I was lucky enough to count as friends. They made me better. They made me strive to be a good person. They still do that.

Back then, the world felt like perpetual summer. It laid before us with verdant avenues and beautifully winding roads, where each path held its pretty mysteries, beckoning us to try this or attempt that. I gingerly stepped with slight trepidation, wading slowly into the pool that so many of my friends were already splashing in, diving deep beneath its sparkling surface and coming up with breathless tales of accomplishment and honor.

Why did life seem so simpler and happier when looking back on then? It certainly didn’t always feel that way at the time, but our smiles and our joyful carefree countenances indicate something else. We were happy then. Life hadn’t rocked us too much, not when you look back at all that was to come afterward. Definitely not when you look at where we are now. Yet we didn’t realize it, at least, I don’t think we did. Not in a deep way. I do remember brief moments when I would stop, literally, in the middle of a Boston sidewalk, when spring was in bloom, and the air was filled with the perfume of flowering fruit trees, and think, ‘This. All of this. Take in all of this – the beauty, the air, the night, and the morning.’ Even though I would invariably return to melancholy and doubt, those moments would harden into a necklace made of memory gemstones, each carved into an exquisitely-multi-faceted jewel that would be lit from within on those dark days to come. Our home is happily littered with such jewelry. It’s not something that can ever be stolen or taken – not by anything other than forgetfulness and time, but all things are obliterated in such fashion eventually.

Looking at these pictures is like rediscovering a treasure trove of those gems – invaluable, immeasurable, inestimable in riches – adorned in beauty, bathed in light, and bound by unbreakable wisps of happiness.

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