12.9.12 Adam @Cyndi Lauper's Home for the Holidays

The Fiasco Shoot – and what an unfortunate name for a magazine this is, cool only if they haven’t had a single one – is not only a treat for the eyes and other body parts, but also serves as a little 101 in Adamology for his understanding Glamberts. Unornamented, without his usual impressive hairdos and glam make up, he presented himself in a generic, unorthodox (for him), New Yorker yuppy style, succeeding to offer something fresh and different yet again and proving a point or two, yet again. (all that imo, of course)

First, his natural beauty is so striking, even more obvious with nothing to distract from his perfect features. Second, and that part still seems to be hard to grasp for many, he doesn’t normally get all prettied up and glammed up because he has some self-image issues or he is hiding something – just look at him, fcol, he is a triumph of genetics, one of those who got a really lucky draw of hands, in all games of cards. Also, once the Fiasco pics were out, everyone found him resembling someone else, with the exact image eluding and staying just out of reach. Alas, no match found:) Whereas, with the dolled up Adam, no one even thinks about comparing, and I think that there is a fat chance for mistaking Adam for anyone else in all his versions – be that this shoot, or his comfy plaid shirt- beanie cap adorableness… Third, it’s a power demonstration – there isn’t a style he can’t pull off, successfully at that.
Adam has managed to create his image in a way few have, through diversity to distinction. We can talk Madonna-style, MJ-style and I think we can talk Adam-style: beautiful, provocative, challenging.

So, yesterday I was condemned through a series of unfortunate incidents to a small notebook computer with dysfunctional keyboard and never have I been more grateful for Atop and its hard working busy-bees. Even the outrageous guessing game of identifying a man sitting with Adam was so hilarious in its absurdity. I looked forward to hearing him sing Mad World once again, it’s been a long time and in his Keek from rehearsal, Adam just let me taste the honey off of his finger, firing up the hunger and insanity in me with one little lick, making me once again do ridiculous things, like sit in the toilet with a notebook in my lap, wee hours in the morning – hiding from my family members, of course.

I cannot speak of keys, falsettos and harmonies, or notes and majors and minors, but I can say he sounded like golden honey dripping over the glazed sweet pears and I felt like biting into their luscious decadence. Also, angels, cherubs and all that fairy tale dreaminess come to mind. I’m sorry, I know I haven’t said anything new and I hope no one will give me an evil eye for that. It was a wonderful day yesterday.