Wayne Diamond

I actually thought that was Tommy Tune!

Well he’s certainly an older man.

His face looks like leather.

Tan Dad!

Tan Tommy Tune!

New York’s LAST bon vivant?

I wouldn’t go that far.

UNCUT GEMS is fabulous and Diamond's role in it is amusing.

If you haven't seen it, you're really behind the times and essentially uncool.

This is what he said on Humans of NY (on Facebook, can't link to it)

“I was the most talented dress designer that ever lived. Diane von Furstenberg? With her one wrap dress? Give me a break. I designed everything that Vanna White wore on Wheel of Fortune. But instead they’re gonna celebrate this high-fashion, runway shit that nobody wears. You seen this stuff? These people look like aliens, Martians. It all stinks like a bad fart. But that’s the stuff they’re gonna recognize, give me a break. Not that recognition matters. But it fucking does. Cause it sucks when nobody knows you. Go ask the Syrian Jews in the garment district—ask them: ‘Who made the best shit?’ They’ll tell you. ‘Wayne Diamond made the best shit, that’s who.’ I made dresses for the regular woman. At moderate prices. And I made an absolute fortune in the seventies and eighties. I sold five million hanky hems alone. I was one of the disgusting ones. I built a huge mansion in Old Westbury. Everything had to be the biggest and greatest. I went to all the Bar Mitzvahs. All the parties. I had hundreds of make-believe friendships: every buyer, every client. I didn’t even like these people. I hated them, really. Just buy my shit and leave me alone. But for some reason it all seemed so important back then. The dress business went south in the late nineties, cause women started wanting jeans. I was barely breaking even at the end of each quarter, so I had to shut things down. I ended up getting really depressed. I spent five years sulking by the pool. Eating like an animal. Too much sun. Too much alcohol. I had a lot of time to think about my life. And I realized something important: it’s the simple things that matter most. Less is more. Less sitting by the pool, more cocaine. But in all seriousness, I’m a much better person now in a lot of respects. I’m not into making money anymore. I stay far away from it. It takes my mind off real life. I am getting older, which sucks. It takes a lot of pills to get me going in the morning. Some shit is going on with my body. But my brain still works. My dick still works. I’m doing fine. This is what I do all day. Eat food, drink wine, make friends. And I never ask a person what they do. I don’t give a fuck.”

I figured that rant at R8 would be DL catnip......