Here are those photos of me by photographer Hans Fahrmeyer
Because so many people requested it (OK it was really 2 people),
I added the IN Los Angeles magazine interview with me from 1999
(there's a link to it at the bottom of this page)
 

Here's one of me with a boot on my head - that's my boot! 
It was used all over the place, here it is on the cover of In LA magazine.

 

This one was taken the same day as the boot one. This is a belt buckle that used to wear around a lot during my club days. I had it custom made by a friend in 1994 - I still have it! This photo was also used a lot too, here it is (again) on the cover of In LA magazine. This photo was sold to a phone sex company at one point (ugh...), and they took creative liberty with the belt buckle, photoshop-ing it to read "Nastyboy" and "Fussyboy" (haha!) when it would appear in regular publications, but keeping it as "Pussyboy" in gay mags. They seemed pretty specific about their target market I suppose.

 

This one was taken about six months earlier, before I bleached my hair (yet again). I wore that shirt because I liked them - it's not a prop! This photo was used a lot too but has also been bootlegged to death (someone recently sent me a club flyer from Amsterdam that had the name of the club photoshop-ed over the 'Iron Maiden' part in the same lettering style - neat!). These boots were my "lucky" boots that I used to dance in all the time. I still have them to this day, and I liken then to Dorothy's ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz because my life was so much like a fairy tale at the time (in more ways than one!)

 

Ok, ok I know... ANOTHER IN Los Angeles cover, but hey I LIKE their covers. All the other gay rags I was on usually chose bad photos, or went overboard on the cheese - but IN LA always did/does a good  job I thought. Plus Hans' photos are a great starting point to work from. I have no idea when this photo was taken - actually, it was probably around the same time the Iron Maiden one was now that I think about it. Once I used this photo without Hans' permission for my club night at Webster Hall with the words "Your Host Mark Allen"  in a big wiggling fart bubble that was coming out of my ass. Hahaha! I thought it was funny and everybody liked it... except for Hans (hey, he's German), but he eventually came around.  *CLICK HERE to read the interview with me from this issue.