BY DAVE METZ
Those Bohemian Society members who have been paying close attention will already know of Mr. Wilde's circuitous route into the fashion biz. One of the last remnants of his former life as a performance artist is a tradition upheld by the good men and women who work at the Downtown Standard Hotel. You see, every year during their winter holiday party, Victor Wilde emerges from a dark corner dressed as a Yeti, and dances his heart out in the middle of the floor. After losing a pound of water weight and whipping the crowd into a frenzy, he slips away into the darkness. And so it goes, every year.
That is, of course, until this year.
This year, our friends at the Standard chose Geisha House in Hollywood as the venue for the Yeti's annual mating dance. It seemed appropriate to them, therefore, to have a new addition to the dance floor: Godzilla. Victor Wilde thoughtfully turned to yours truly to don the Zilla suit, knowing my training in classical theatre would produce inspiring results.
So i slapped together some audio that would serve as a fitting soundtrack for the meeting of the Yeti and Godzilla, and we did the deed. So feast your eyes upon the pic to get an idea of just how retarded the whole thing looked. Notice how everyone cleared away from us; went over like a turn in the punch bowl. Despite this
, Godzilla is slated to join the Yeti for the sequel next year...