Iconic 80's star, Corey Feldman, recently celebrated his 42nd birthday. Anyone who grew up in the mid 80's knows how much cinema was dominated by his presence in films like The Goonies, Stand By Me, and The Lost Boys to name a few. But it wasn't until he joined forces with late actor and best friend Corey Haim, did the two become a formidable dynamic duo that was an unstoppable tour de force depicting the quintessential smart-ass adolescents, that was so in vogue at the time.
Now, apart from still appearing in films (Zero Dark Thirty and soon be released The M Word), coming out with a biography, Coreography (St. Martin's Press), and relaunching his music career with a catchy electronic song currently on iTunes, Ascension Millenium, he's venturing into another project candidly called “Corey's Angels.” The project is meant to be a fun, interactive experience that celebrates beauty and its playfulness, thus the lingerie sleepover angelic ensemble that the girls wear to the themed parties. Past parties have been attended by Ron Jeremy, Woody Harrelson, and various Playmates.
The “Feldmansion” is the habitual location for these events. For anyone thinking that they're going to be driving up to a mansion that's surrounded by 20 feet concrete walls, will be mistaken. The mansion is actually located in a quiet neighborhood, and somehow the non-pretentiousness of it is what makes it cool. Once inside, you're quickly reminded of where you're at as film posters decorate the walls kind of like in a cinefile dream, although the LED lights flashing and disco music in the living room brought back memories of spending my teen summers in Italian discos.
It wasn't long before Corey Feldman joined the party, accompanied by his gorgeous angels decked out in glamorous glittery costumes. He hugged me and cordially asked me how I was enjoying the party, but having arrived an hour late, I said, “I don't know. I just arrived, I'm fashionably late,” and he replied with, “We're all fashionably late.” Several rum cocktails later, we mingled with others at the party, noticing the elaborate ensembles some girls arrived in (just imagine sexed out and vamped up lingerie tenfold).
There were several photographers in the midst, but two in particular seemed peculiar as they spent half of their time outside barely taking photos and when they did, they never alerted the subject at hand of their snapshots. The infamous duo in question was Vice's editor Jaime Taete and sidekick Jonathan Daniel Brown. One of the first things they asked me was where the drugs were at this particular soiree, in which I jokingly said, “I think all the potheads are off this property.” Then I lost sight of said guys whilst I ducked inside to dance (sick beats provided by DJ Angel Courtney) and returned back out only after my feet started killing me, and took the first readily available spot (steps are great for that). Again, the two journalists joined my friend and I. I guess we were supposed to be impressed that they work for Vice, but I just always saw it as a glorified version of TMZ where they try to pass off cheeky snark for wittiness. By that time we were joined by Sean, director for the new reality that will be the whole Corey's Angels affair. The party had a very chill vibe to it, and probably didn't live up to the scandalous notion an outsider would imagine a lingerie themed party to be like, “sex, drugs, & rock n' roll.”
We left fashionably early cos we had been up since the crack of dawn and had a forty-five minute drive back to look forward to, but was later informed that we had missed out on a samba dancer and cake. Everything seemed cool till the now infamous Vice article came out staging the party as a pity scene of aging Playmates (there were so many young girls decked out in custom made lingerie to fill a VS catalog and yet none of those photos made the cut). What's sad in this affair isn't whether or not the turnout of the party was good (that's always up to personal opinion), but rather the cruel manner in which society allows the press to get away with the mocking of another human being who did nothing wrong other than open his doors to the media. Nothing sells more like the downfall of a former child star and that's exactly what Taete aimed for in his piece. Throughout the years its become acceptable to ridicule public figures, and if said people complain the typical response is, “They knew what they were getting into when they got into the show business.” As a society we've found a sick sadistic pleasure in pushing successful people down from the top. Kind of like a former nerd rejoicing in finding out that the high school athlete grew up to be a fat janitor. Truth is, no occupation merits gratuitous bullying, but it's clear that Taete was aiming for his fifteen minutes of fame, cos he sure as hell knows he's not going to be getting twenty. Corey on the other hand, has a lot to be proud of thanks to past successes as well as looking forward to a lot of his projects being launched starting this coming October.
Lessons learned? Never invite bitter journalists to your parties, and never underestimate the Mark Twain's school of thought, “Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see and you'll be right most of the time.” Although in this day and age, even what you see can be highly deceiving.