Oh my God! Tony f*cking Ward! On our bloody cover! Not just the cover, he’s on nearly every single page of the mag. I’m obsessed, always have been. Well, I am gay. Don’t worry, readers, this isn’t my grande reveal. I’ve never been in the closet. It all started when he went out with Madonna – I used to be into her, now I can’t stand her. Erotica, directed by Fabien Baron, is one of my all-time favourite music videos. It was banned and made perfect post-pub viewing on The Word on a Friday night. Next came the controversial SEX book in 1992, which I queued up in Harrods to buy (no mean feat, as I worked at Harvey Nichols back then and was banned). A belted
Jean Paul Gaultier
trench was my look; Mr Ward had a skinhead and was wearing a jock. Amazing. My copy is knackered now. All the kids in the office keep fingering it, for “reference”, as they put it. Then he starred in Hustler White by Bruce LaBruce and Rick Castro, which, I’ll admit, has to be my most-watched film – I don’t know how many VHS copies I got through and I’m now onto my third DVD. That man was invented for the denim cut-off. Our paths next crossed in Paris, when he was modelling for John Galliano – that denim cut-off made a reappearance, this time topped off with a cowboy hat and a *** lighter. Mr Blasberg and I nearly fell off our gilded chairs.He’s a writer, actor, artist, model, husband (yes, drat, he’s straight), father and, we have realised after working with him on this issue, a bloody nice chap.
Cheers, Mr Ward.
Antony
PS I still love you and always will.
