Michael Musto: I met Lynn in the ’90s when we were both working at The Village Voice — she was the fashion editor and I was a columnist.
Mickey and I became close friends around the same time, too, as we were both in the downtown scene and saw each other at parties.
This was before the old downtown spirit and aesthetic had been subsumed by the mainstream. These were the days when New York had so much edge that you had to constantly look behind you to see if you were being followed while walking quickly to some club, for something like Johnny Dynell and Chi Chi Valenti’s goth-punk-fabulous Jackie 60 party in the meatpacking district.