after Lamar Sorrento
decided that it might be good for a New Orleans art gallery to handle
his work (i talked him into it at his cool junk shop in Memphis), he
began sending boucoups paintings to 526 Royal St. and even Alan Boudreaux grew to like them--i was still relatively new as a director there.
So this was one of the greatest days of my life.
we had more movie
stars, rock stars, writers, artists go through that gallery than even
the french quarter contained, but when THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD walked in behind her junkie boyfriend (RIP), Michael Hutchence 1960 - 1997, i was literally star and lovestruck--if you're too young to know Helena Christensen, it's your problem.
when they, with INXS
in tow, strolled the african art to the outsider art, i was right behind
her, and there i would be, low-pressuring her Peruvian-Danish-self until
they decided on this low-numbered Lamar of Chuck Berry.
to make a great story short, i went to the gig with laminates and helped them with stuff etc.
i watched the show with Helena from the side and then was invited to a
bungalow in the upper-quarter, where they were all staying--a big place
with a tropical garden and banana plants out back.
mike and his band
made a beeline upstairs to do what they did, and h. and i sat on a
comfortable antique couch with the french doors open, drank wine, and
talked about what, i don't remember.
she was wearing Eden and a robe.
thanks again, Lamar. and also AJ and House of Blues New Orleans,
which eventually made Lamar the curmudgeon he is today; and even though
you're famous now, you'll never be more famous than that night.
i sent you an extra commish right away.