Initially saddened that my glamorous friends had moved from uptown, I now realize that it's not so
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much that K. Tyson Perez and Malcolm Harris have actually abandoned Harlem, as that they have magically managed to somehow transport a colorful bit of Harlem downtown! That is to say, in more precise terms, they manage to exemplify all the easy fabulousness of yesteryear that the wonderful Homo-Harlem Film Festival. series at the Maysles Cinema celebrates.
Bombarded by unrelenting, even contradictory intelligence from the media, one is not always certain where hype ends and genuineness begins. Recalling Malcolm Harris' clever marketing coup a few seasons ago one wondered. A blizzard of T-shirts showered on the most acclaimed fashion editors, emblazoned with the legend
"Naomi Campbell Slapped Me/And I Slapped The Bitch Right Back",
gave one pause considering his reportedly having hung up on a telephone call from Angelina Jolie?
Heralding Harris' September 2005 spring-collection showing held in the reception rooms of the 
Convent Avenue townhouse in Harlem, where he then lived with his charming boyfriend, this shrewd gambit proved to be highly effective. It worked so well, in fact, that even Ms. Campbell's office had called,
requesting tickets to the show whose confirmed guests-list included Ivanka Trump, Andre Leon Talley, Kim Cattrall, and me.
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Beauty, talent, creativity---what precisely is it that inspires the adulation we lavish on certain outsized personalities; those deemed to be 'stars'? Surely we admire celebrities like Fashionista Malcolm Harris and actress Angelina Jolie, not purely for what they do but for who they are.
Stills from Steven Watson's movie Prepare for Saints: The Making of a Modern Opera, 1999, about the 1934 premiere of Four Saints in Three Acts
When first embarking on the Homo-Harlem project, it seemed imperative that black lesbians and gays, be enabled, like others, to discover ourselves in the past. At least equally important, however, is the necessity of showing others the lgbt identity of many whose exploits and accomplishments they know and admire already or those that they should at any rate learn about.
Reading about Malcolm Harris' latest escapade, following the opening of the Maysles Institute's Homo-Harlem Film Festival at the Museum of the City of New York Friday, I raced downtown to get the scoop. Cute and endearingly sweet, K. Tyson Perez, is the editor of Un-Vogue. He and Malcolm now
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share a sun-filled one-bedroom loft up three dizzyingly steep flights on Spring Street. One's laborious approach is announced well in advance of actually reaching their far-away landing. Their decorative pair of toy poodles makes sure their masters know someone is coming.
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Of the moment and wonderfully chic, in its deft juxtaposition of old and new, far eastern and western art, their flat is not so different in this regard from Billy Strayhorn's, Bayard Rustin's or Marvin Smith's. Determined to be successful at what they do, for both Malcolm and Tyson this means much more than merely making more money or acquiring additional lovely things. Much like all the other various subjects of the Homo-Harlem Film Festival, poet Audre Lorde, writer James Baldwin and 90-year-old performer and activist Storme DeLarverie, who movingly serenaded the festival audience on Monday night, they too intend to assure that whatever they do 'makes a difference.'
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Dred: a gender-bending performer at Saturday's Homo-Harlem Film Festival www.DredLove.com
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One common denominator Harris shares with Angelina Jolie, beyond considerable ability, is an aura of mild controversy, caused, ironically enough, by his penchant for doing good works! Famously wild party animals in extreme youth before they settled down to domesticity, both he and Ms. Jolie now seem to take every opportunity to assist others,
acting to enhance the planet whenever they can.
Harris' charitable reputation preceding him, must have appealed to the equally altruistic Jolie. At any rate, last week she called his SoHo atelier, to order three of his 'One Dress' frocks. The MalSirrah designer, a frequent victim of elaborate pranks played by 'friends' in the past, didn't at first believe it was Jolie on the line. Indeed, Harris hung up on her, not just once, but twice.
Finally, she convinced him. Jolie explained how they were both participating in World Refugee Day on Saturday. Only then did an embarrassed Harris finally allow the understandably amused diva to order three dresses for $225 each.
Harris, a founder of Designers For Darfur, has committed a generous percentage of the profits from the sale of this model to United Nation's refugee work. He confirmed to me what he told the New York Post's Page Six about Jolie, that he was, "so flattered. She enjoys such popularity," he said, "She could literally patronize whomever she likes, and she's chosen me."
Promotion is often propaganda and flash sometimes turns out to be mere trash, but as for Malcolm Harris, Angelina Jolie and K. Tyson Perez, sure, they're fabulous alright, but they are also the real thing: about as nice and sincere people as one is ever liable to be privileged to meet.
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