BEYONCÉ:
BEFORE

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photo of Beyoncé by Paul Flynn for a 2013 issue of The Gentlewoman

I wrote the cover story for the April 2003 issue of ELLE on Beyoncé when she was still using her last name.  That story leads off this October 2020 issue of sessumsMagazine.com in which I am “reprinting” stories of mine that I can’t find on the internet or drafts I preferred of stories that weren’t used in their final forms.  I tried to find the first draft of this story since it contained long quotes from her Houston, Texas, minister which were cut from the cover story.  Alas, I couldn’t find the document that contained it. But let me testify myself about Beyoncé when she was just beginning to realize along with the rest of us what a one-named cultural star she was becoming.  She was so sweet – still even innocent in her ways –  but finding her graceful way to sashay about with a true star’s genderless swagger.  She was not guileless, but her burgeoning guile was an instinct she was honing to enable her to be her own guide through the maze of stardom though which she was swaggering.  We even went to a Bruce Davidson photography exhibit she wanted to see at the International Center of Photography that centered on his documentation of the early Civil Rights movement in the south because black lives have always mattered.  “My generation is so spoiled,” she said at one point staring into a photograph of an earlier generation of marchers in Alabama.  It no longer is, and neither is this next one.

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LISTEN TO NATHAN LANE

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REMEMBER GEORGE C. SCOTT


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TOM:
NO FOOLERY

I have known Tom Ford since we both had shags and wanted to be actors. He asked that I interview him for a cover story in "The Advocate" when he directed "A Single Man." Like the Beyoncé story above, it is not on the internet. He shared a lot. I share it now.

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Portrait of Chris by his father Stan Rice

THE CHAT

Christopher Rice talks to Anne Rice about honoring his late father's work as a poet and artist, rejecting religion, and watching old movies at the Castro in San Francisco

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Portrait of Anne by her husband Stan Rice

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PEERING AT PIERSON

When I was Editor in Chief of FourTwoNine, I ran a story about artist and photographer Jack Pierson’s having been inspired by a pilgrimage to Captiva Island to create deeply spiritual works.  Richard McCann wrote an accompanying essay. “The meanings within Pierson’s images are neither calculated nor transparent; instead, they are deeply projective, so that Pierson’s images allow—or even perhaps require —a viewer to respond not to fixed meanings but to unfixed, ambiguous forms that reveal the private, hidden emotions that the viewer projects into the images, providing access to—how did Emily Dickinson put it?—the ‘internal difference/ Where the Meanings, are—'” McCann’s words match the wonder woven into Pierson’s work. To read more, to see more, Click here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDITOR'S LETTER:
RETRACING
MY STEPS

In this iteration of sessumsMagazine.com, I am resurrecting some of my stories that I have had a hard time finding on the internet, including ones on Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter and Tom Ford.   Two other stories – one on Jennifer Lopez and the other on Ashley Judd – are first drafts of stories that never even saw their way to publication even though they were two of the best stories I wrote in my long career as a writer of cover stories on celebrities.  The Lopez one caused a public scandal.  The Judd one caused a personal crisis and was a turning point in my career as a writer of magazine stories.  It was the moment I ceased to care – and I had always deeply cared about my writing of these cover stories because I knew they were sort of looked down upon by more serious writers and even the Editors-in-Chief for whom I worked.  There is a fine line between surrendering in a spiritual way and giving up on oneself.  I gave up on myself as a magazine writer after that Judd experience.   Go to that latter story at the bottom of the homepage here for the fuller story of that career crisis which became a personal one.
Our travel correspondent at sessumsMagazine.com, Robert Hofler, turned in a story on Provincetown this summer that I am only now getting around to posting, but even that in its way fits into the theme of this latest iteration.  I love Provincetown in the offseason when one can contemplate its uniqueness and beauty and blessings without the rank appeal of summer which could always rankle me a bit with its crowds and lewdness and leggy drag and a dreary, tacky commercialism taken so seriously they named its main street for it. I spent two winters there recovering from my twin crises and contemplating how I had arrived at them as well as Ptown itself in such a season in such a life.   The first two photos to the left are after one of the many Nor’easters that blew through when I’d head to the dunes and literally look back at the footsteps that had brought me to that point.  And the other one is of my dear departed companions Archie and Teddy who still lead me forward – even helping me in their keen and ever-curious (now spiritual) way curate this iteration of sessumsMagazine.com.
When I was putting together this iteration – which includes some work from FourTwoNine where I was Editor-in-Chief during my time in San Francisco – I thought of this poem by San Francisco poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti from his 1981 collection, These Are My Rivers, from New Directions.

Retired Ballerinas, Central Park West 

Retired ballerinas on winter afternoons
          walking their dogs
                      in Central Park West
    (or their cats on leashes—
       the cats themselves old highwire artists)
The ballerinas
                leap and pirouette
                           through Columbus Circle
         while winos on park benches
               (laid back like drunken Goudonovs)
            hear the taxis trumpet together
               like horsemen of the apocalypse
                               in the dusk of the gods
It is the final witching hour
                when swains are full of swan songs
    And all return through the dark dusk
                to their bright cells
                                  in glass highrises
      or sit down to oval cigarettes and cakes
                              in the Russian Tea Room
    or climb four flights to back rooms
                                 in Westside brownstones
               where faded playbill photos
                        fall peeling from their frames
                            like last year’s autumn leaves
Ferlinghetti, who turned 101 last March, continues to survive by surrendering to his art and, in that way, refuses to give up on himself. “I didn’t know that painters and writers retired,” he once said. “They’re like soldiers – they just fade away.”  Before I fade away, there are new footsteps to make by first reclaiming the ones I’ve already made.

BEFORE GOOGLE

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Zoe Kravitz and her mother Lisa Bonet.

STARS IN BLACK TURTLENECKS

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Zoe Kravitz.

SOME JOY

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Zoe Kravitz's father Lenny.

IN THE COMING WEEKS ...

Laura Linney. Judith Light. Cara Buono. Ellen Barkin. Annette Bening. Jane Fonda. Parker Posey. Style icon and photographer Lisa Eisner. Tony Award nominee James Cusati-Moyer. Gwyneth Paltrow. Joy Behar. Edie Falco. Richard Ford.

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2107 compilation album by singer/songwriter Gabi Wilson

WHO SAID IT:
H.E.R. or her?

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The 2103 film written and directed by Spike Jonze.

THE DAILY DIVE

HERE ARE MY DAILY POSTS ABOUT POLITICS AND CULTURE. AND MY META-MEMOIR. SMALL-TOWN HUDSON. SMALL-TOWN NEW YORK. SMALL-TOWN LONDON. THIS IS WHERE WE ARE ALL A SMALL TOWN TOGETHER. WELCOME TO SESSUMSMAGAZINE.COM'S NEWEST FEATURE.

Guest Columnist

“Metropolitan Life Insurance Building, New York City” by Robert Frank, 1955. From the Whitney Museum of American Art. Below, “New York City” by Robert Frank, 1959. From “New York Is” brochure put out by the NY Times in 1959 with photographs by Frank.

Jon Robin Baitz wrote a one-act titled "MY BEAUTIFUL GODDAMN CITY" in 2004 as a scalding lament for NYC after 9/11 and during the George W. Bush years when restaurants were struggling and people were moving out and Harvey Weinstein was being alluded to as a "monster." We didn't know then what a monster he really was nor that a more monstrous man would become president and another tragedy would befall NYC with the coronavirus. Baitz was prescient in this deeply moving, deeply angry, deeply sad work in which two sisters meet so that one can try to convince the other not to "divorce" their hometown. "The rest of the world now only hates our government, but ... they’re going to hate the American people, too," he wrote. "We squandered the world's affections."

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PREVIEW: Daniel Craig

In the next iteration of sessumsMagazine.com, I revisit my interview with Craig when a previous Bond film was being released.  I met him in London.  Listen to a snippet of his talking about being objectified as a sex symbol and now playing rugby obviously didn’t help stave off being considered a sissy for wanting to in the theatre.

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PREVIEW: Daniel Radcliffe

Another interview revisited, is my lunch with this other Daniel at the Algonquin when he was in Equus on Broadway.  We talk about his being a straight actor in the gay world of show biz and if he would consider himself a “fag hag.”  I know.  It’s rather unacceptable as lingua franca and points out what an old gay codger I am.  But I bet you’re interested in his answer.  Click to listen to that part of our recorded conversation.

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PREVIEW: Jennifer Aniston

I met Aniston several years ago for lunch at the Polo Lounge of the Beverly Hills Hotel. I had earlier been her guest on the set of Friends for one of the last tapings the last year of that show.  We talked about how none of the cast wanted to be there any longer in this bit of conversation – and Oprah having been there on the set earlier.

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PREVIEW: Mary Tyler Moore

Jennifer and Mary are part of a lineup in the next iteration which will focus on women who have been so brilliant on television, including Edie Falco and, in her own way, Joy Behar.  I plan to post these as digital conversations so you can hear our freewheeling colloquies.  In this excerpt, listen to Mary talk about her alcoholic mother and her own alcoholism.

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