I just wanted to write to tell you how much I enjoyed your show, ‘Nanette.’ You don’t see a lot of genuinely incendiary stuff anymore. Incendiary and vital. Continue reading
Archive for Mardi Gras
An Open Letter to Hannah Gadsby
Posted in Real Men, Statement of intention with tags gay pride, Hannah Gadsby, Henry Rollins, Mardi Gras, Nanette, Netflix, rainbow flag on August 4, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, 2015
Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags Beautiful, Club E11even, Fahren Heit, Housewives on Fire, Jessica Mauboy, Mardi Gras, Max Inanli, Olivier Debais, Oxford Street, rainbow flag, Sydney, Twenty10 on March 23, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
I may look ridiculous, but the job clearly has its advantages.
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Club Elleven was windowless and all the lighting electric. The only sunlight came in splashes through the fire door, when people went out to smoke or spray glitter on one another. Continue reading
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Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, 2015
Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags alien, butterfly, Club E11even, glitter, Hot Kandi, Housewives on Fire, Mardi Gras, metamorphosis, Oxford Street, Red Hot Pie, Sydney, Twenty10 on March 22, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
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I remember being handed a small plastic bag which, I was told, contained a costume. Upon opening it, I discovered a jock strap, harness, head-piece, gauntlets and greaves.
The wings were to be attached just before the march. I looked at the jock strap and understood immediately that my bare-naked ass would be presented to Oxford Street in all its glory. Continue reading
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Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, 2015
Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Real Men with tags Fahren Heit, fetish, Hot Kandi, Housewives on Fire, Mardi Gras, Max Inanli, Olivier Debais, Sea of Equal Love, Swarovski crystals, Sydney, Trishy Dishy on March 21, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
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“When I first saw Olie, I thought, ‘Who the fuck is this fucking Frenchman? Continue reading
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Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, Mardi Gras 2015
Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags Barbie Dolls, Beijing Olympics, Blanc Bleu, Fahren Heit, Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras, Hot Kandi, Mardi Gras, Max Inanli, Olivier Debais, Olympic games opening ceremony, Olympics, Paco Rabanne, Ralph Lauren, Sportscraft Menswear, Sydney, Trishy Dishy, Warriors of Love on March 20, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
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“I support them,” said Fahren Heit as she emerged from the hallway. “It doesn’t make a huge amount of money, obviously. I promised the boys I’d take care of everything financial across the board.” Fahren also has input on the design and production aspects of Housewives on Fire. Continue reading
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Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, Mardi Gras 2015
Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags Fahren Heit, Fashion, fetish, Hot Kandi, Housewives on Fire, Mardi Gras, Max Inanli, Olivier Debais, Qantas, QN32, Sydney, Trishy Dishy, Witness My Journey on March 19, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
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Max Inanli, Ms Fahren Heit and Olie Debiais operate their fetish couture business, Housewives on Fire, from a ramshackle three-bedroom Victorian house in Burwood, an outer suburb of Sydney. When I pulled up outside, it was nine PM. Night had fallen and every light at the front of the house was blazing. Continue reading
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The Straight View from the Middle of Mardi Gras
Posted in Journalism, Observation, Real Men, Ridiculous curiosity with tags Executive Style, Housewives on Fire, Mardi Gras, The Age Newspaper on March 4, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
Your humble narrator – and the Housewives on Fire – have made today’s Age newspaper.
Mardi Gras, bitches!
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Possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life
Posted in Journalism, Observation, Ridiculous curiosity with tags drag, embarrassment, Ernest Hemingway, Good Guys, Hell's Angels, Housewives on Fire, Hunter S Thompson, Mardi Gras, selfies, Spanish Civil War on May 16, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle
Many readers of this blog would no doubt believe I am inured to embarrassment. Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 