KENNY KENNY, visually visual doorperson extraordinaire, guards the ropes at some of Manhattan's kinkiest, kookiest, kraziest klubs. He can frequently be found doing sentry duty at Suzanne Bartsch's monthly megabash at the Copa, as well as Red Zone and Larry Tee's Love Machine.
Once dubbed by Dali as "moving lipstick," this native Irishman claims he's twice removed from royalty (or thrice removed from reality, whatever). In a city that adores to adore doorpeople and then murders them brutally for being such snobs, Kenny is planning an early retirement into the film business, which requires more talent but is easier on the feet.
Catch Kenny Kenny at a velvet rope near you.
— Erich Conrad, "Hot Shot," OutWeek Magazine No. 11, September 4, 1989, p. 82. Photo by Lizzerd Souffle.
