#078 : FOX FOREVER / 6 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT 'DOWN THE DRAIN'
Original publication date: Oct 31, 2023
About a year ago, my hunky friend Jay Bulger, former boxer/male model and now filmmaker extraordinaire, went to London, where he visited the home of his pal Courtney Love. He texted me that Courtney was raving about Julia Fox’s brain: how it was so unusual and advanced, and how the Fox was a genius.
“Yessss!” I wrote back. “Courtney gets it!”
The Fox and I are not close friends. I will say that we are real friends in that we have known each other for a very long time, attended each others birthday parties, know each other’s exes, and know each others friends, including those treasured few who died young. Most importantly, we are very fond of one another.
We’ve also been in each others homes. I’ve written about how Julia used to party—along with half of downtown New York City, including her late friend Harmony—in my Alphabet City apartment during the Amphetamine Logic days (her crew even got a shout-out in my column).
And I’ve been to her house. This was when she was living in a gargantuan loft in an industrial stretch of west Soho, that I now—after reading her memoir—understand was being paid for by a sugar daddy. The layout was kooky. Clothes were everywhere.
I’d come over because I’d missed Julia’s recent art opening and wanted to exchange books with her. I gave her an advanced copy of How To Murder Your Life; she gave me her photo book from the art show.
Then I did something—because I knew the Fox understood crazy—that I’d only done with doctors and my mother: showed what was underneath my ski cap.