I never did find the print of Mr. Eric Draven, my first love. (Don't tell Elvis and Dean Cain from "Louis and Clark" that they don't count. I didn't know where babies came from at that point...Is it legal to put more than one sentence in parentheses?) I know where the print is but I've inhaled too much dust from 2005 already, I'm not going into anymore boxes. You may wonder why I was trying so hard to find that print. Well, if you let me talk for one hot second! I will tell you... Better yet, let me SHOW you. Eh.. in a second.
Nostalgia is running rampant for us kids these days. Why is that? Is it normal? Is it permanent zeitgeist? Wait, Zeitgeist? Wasn't that a Zwan album? Ugh, you wanna talk about nostalgia. Only what's the opposite of nostalgia? You know, when you remember it but you don't want to? Pride? No? Less shame? Yeaaah, that's it... Now...what was I saying? Ah yes, SHOW me...your Paso Doble!
So, as I said, Brandon Lee in The Crow was my first semblance of teen heartthrob as a wee lass of 8 years. Perhaps younger. Only to find out, Oh by the way HE'S DEAD. T-Bird plays for keeps and shot him for real. No, noo, David Patrick Kelly (jeez, Irish much?) is innocent on this one. It was the props department. You really must be certain if you're shooting with blanks or a loaded gun. That's how little girls' dreams get murdered. It's like that John Mayer song: Fathers, be good to your daughters and mothers, don't let your daughters watch The Crow or listen to Jeff Buckley without warning them that they're dead already and you can't marry them when you grow up. I think it went something like that. Who listens to John Mayer, anyways? Pfft. Psssh. Shyah. Puh. Lease.
But getting back to Brandon Lee...
He is the one who started my fascination (street) with men in leather pants. Others include...
OBVIOUSLY. Trent Reznor, Mr. Oscar Winner Bodybuilder. You go, boyyyeeeeee.
The New York Dolls! David Johansen gets extra points for... Well, look at him!
Honorable mentions...
Stuart Townsend as Lestat, in Queen of the Damned. Yeah, I watched that movie. Okay? Leather pants, mind you.
GOO JUNPYO! Oh the nagging... But Lee Min Ho's got a gam or two on him so good for him.
Of course, I gotta give it up to Mr. Mojo Risin'.
He gets two pictures for wearing leather pants during nap time.
I'm not sure if this is leather, but I hope that it is.
If you do find yourself a leather suit it has to be well ventilated. Hence the deep V.
In the immortal words of Vanessa Williams: I go and save the best for laaaast.
Good ol' Adam Ant. He's a prince in shining calf skin armor. He clearly wins the contest because he brought a secret weapon...
You know marsupials have pouches and that's where they carry their extra cuteness... and babies.
Well, four hours later and I feel accomplished. Deathly tired and like my stomach is eating my heart, but accomplished. I didn't fix my coat or do any kind of homework, but...Oh wait a sec...
Gahhh!
Alright, I'll admit. He IS the King. Leather jacket AND leather pants! I guess it all goes back to him, my absolute very first dude in leathah. I'm talkin' 3 or 4 years old. I remember we had playing cards with his pictures on them and just being so gosh darn enamored of that very tan and pretty man. I only later realized, when I could fully understand and speak English, as children do, that he was also one that died before I was aware of his existence... Seriously parents, if someone your kid likes is already in the grave you have. To let. Them know. Either that or go your whole life hiding that anybody in the past is dead or older now that your kid is into them. But who likes their kid enough for THAT? Hyeah. Sure.
