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Dress by Geoffrey Mac. Helmet by Deryck Todd. Bracelet by Gabriel J. Shuldiner.
“When you get fame, you have absolutely no idea why you wanted it,” Needles says. Of her failure to adapt to her new notoriety, she notes, “If Darwin was alive today, he would kill me.”
“I’m exhausted,” says Needles, a member of two concurrent touring acts in addition to several other collaborative projects. “I gave up my favorite drug, which is sleep, and currently I’m residing in a hotel called airport. There’s no end in sight.”
“If you have any sort of sense of humor, you’ll get her fully and completely and just want to eat Sharon up with a spoon,” says Drag Race judge Michelle Visage. “She’s a performance artist, plain and simple. She tends to identify with the dark side, and that makes her laugh. It’s very vaudevillian in a way.”
Dress and jacket by Geoffrey Mac. Ponytail holder by Wonderpuss Octopus. Necklace by Gabriel J. Shuldiner.
Dress by Geoffrey Mac. Ponytail holder by Wonderpuss Octopus.
“I’ve always wanted to be famous,” Needles says. “A lot of faggots do. It justifies our lives and solidifies our existence and pumps up our bank accounts. Fame is something everyone wants. What I never realized is that fame is something only other people can feel. You never feel your own fame.”
Dress by Geoffrey Mac. Bracelet by Gabriel J. Shuldiner.
Styling by Geoffrey Mac. Dress by Geoffrey Mac. Gun headband by Wonderpuss Octopus. Necklace by Gabriel J. Shuldine
“I’m going to be the first queen to use this crown as a testimonial,” Needles says. “Everyone has wasted that crown. What do they do? Photo shoots? Lipsyncing to a fucking Rihanna song? This crown has given me the financial ability and confidence to make my world known."
Read the full story, "The Devil and Miss Needles"
Many people, at one time or another, have wanted to call their mom a witch... but how many people can say that their mumsy actually IS ONE!? Halloween was my Christmas growing up, and costumes in the Needles home were never store-bought! While I chose to be the brainless Scarecrow, my brother donned a Freddy Krueger costume (yes, those are butter knives for claws), my sister sported a mad scientist, and my mother, queen of thrift couture, went as herself.
At 15, like any girl, I started dabbling in eye makeup and suggestive clothing. If you’ve got it, flaunt it! Look at what not drinking does to one’s abs. This is a simple sweater and dark-jean look (dark denim slims the legs), with a, well... we’ll call it a smoky eye. Note: It’s pitch black outside because I had to wake three hours before school to perfect a look that would only be harassed, bullied, and, at times, BASHED!
School photo day was the one day of the year where I could show just how well I could work a camera. I firmly believe, in modeling, that your emotion should be consistent with the garment. This is very teen angst meets feral tiger. Cut, copy, PRINT! I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.
What did you wear to your graduation? Though I never finished high school, I did receive my highly useless GED. However, this did not keep me from going to graduation. Every good production needs a glamour villain, and I was just the queen to do it. Though I never furthered my education, I did successfully complete a course at FUCK U!
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