I made my debut in hedonistic NYC in 1976, 18 years old, four months after awarded Prom King, which I took as validation that I belonged on the disco dance floors where the elite meet. Scouted as a lost lamb in Times Square, I was instantly a desired and profitable stripper/hustler in the Gaiety All-Male Burlesque Theater. Homo GoGo Man: a boy who grew up in discoland. Working with street savvy local trade, I was mentored and modeled to quickly assimilate in the Land of Oz, far from my practical sensibilities of my home of origin. At 18, I had a lot of disposable income, and I was introduced to the superior atmosphere and cache of stores on the upper east side. Fiorucci was the "in" place to go not so much to shop (aside from their gold lame jeans, most of their clothes were international military attire), it was a place to hang out, even dance to the DJ orchestrated music. Today it may not have the exclusiveness that it had in 1976, but Bloomingdale's was the place to shop. The store's shopping bags could be seen dangling from the young, rich and beautiful, which bore the line drawing illustration of the face of super model Jerry Hall as composed by fashion illustrator Antonio Lopez. I just watched the Film Movement documentary by James Crump, 'Antonio Lopez: Sex, Fashion&Disco'. Jerry Hall was given satisfying screen time (I saw her as a human Barbie doll), but not one mention was made of that famous Bloomingdale's shopping bag. Christopher Duquette