DAYS OF BEING LESLIE(3)
m at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel Coffee Shop or at Propaganda [a hip gay club]. I don't even put my litter outside the house. People try to find things and sell them."
If he changed at all during his half-life in the public eye, it was to become more wily in the lavishing and husbanding of his allure. A cunning tease, he developed what might be called the Leslie Two-Step: seduce, then withdraw; approach and forbid. Such guile ensured that his appeal, which could have subsided like a schoolgirl's crush, remained a long-running provocation, a sustaining fever.
He could have qualified as a monument to pop longevity if he had not been still in his glistening prime—and still so damned gorgeous. Any visitor to Hong Kong who mentioned his name to a local film maven would hear the same refrain: a conspiratorial "Guess how old he is." As if Leslie kept a rotting portrait of himself in the attic.
Leslie Cheung turned 46 last September 12, and will forever stay that age, no older. But he chose a drastic method of staving off wrinkles, a pot belly, the whims of a fickle public. On Tuesday he strode through the Mandarin Oriental lobby, took a room on the 24th floor, walked out onto the terrace that gives a view of Hong Kong Harbor, and jumped off.
If he changed at all during his half-life in the public eye, it was to become more wily in the lavishing and husbanding of his allure. A cunning tease, he developed what might be called the Leslie Two-Step: seduce, then withdraw; approach and forbid. Such guile ensured that his appeal, which could have subsided like a schoolgirl's crush, remained a long-running provocation, a sustaining fever.
He could have qualified as a monument to pop longevity if he had not been still in his glistening prime—and still so damned gorgeous. Any visitor to Hong Kong who mentioned his name to a local film maven would hear the same refrain: a conspiratorial "Guess how old he is." As if Leslie kept a rotting portrait of himself in the attic.
Leslie Cheung turned 46 last September 12, and will forever stay that age, no older. But he chose a drastic method of staving off wrinkles, a pot belly, the whims of a fickle public. On Tuesday he strode through the Mandarin Oriental lobby, took a room on the 24th floor, walked out onto the terrace that gives a view of Hong Kong Harbor, and jumped off.
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