Fashion Queens are a special breed of folk with way too must style for any one gender. There is a difference between a drag queen (someone who styles themselves based on a particular female idea) and Fashion Queen (who styles themselves based on a particular fashion idea). I love Fashion Queens because they have this uncanny ability to mix both the masculine and feminine forms of fashion together in sort of like a gender bending style soup. If you’ve never met a Fashion Queen before, head to your nearest gay bar—their the ones sitting at the bar with perfectly arched eyebrows, manicured hands, and Hermes Ascot, nursing an cosmo. Or you could search for these members of my All-Star Fashion Queen Team.

The Budget Fashionista’s All-Star Fashion Queen Team

• Andre Leon Talley, Editor at Large Vogue.  Brilliantly witty and exceptionally fashionable, A.L.T. is the only 6 ft. 4 in. man in the entire world who could rock a pair of loafers with a velour tracksuit and look chic. He was schooled in the art of fashion by Ms. Diana Vreeland herself and introduced Meliana Trump to Paris Couture.
• Robert Verdi, Host of the Style Network’s Fashion Police. The chief of the Style Network’s Fashion Police, is one Queen who is not afraid to ruffle (or wear) a few feathers. In tailored suits and perched sunglasses, he is a fixture on the New York Fashion scene and even makes Kathy Griffin look good.
• Phillip Bloch, Celebrity Stylist.  A celebrity stylist who is actually nice. This queen gets paid big bucks (reportedly $3000 per day) to style some of the most famous people in the world.
• RuPaul. Whether in full drag or not, RuPaul is absolutely beautiful, knows how to walk in heels, and was the original MAC girl. There is a classic tale of this queen shouting at Naomi, Christi, and the other top models of the 90s to “work it b**ch”, as they walked down the runways during New York fashion week.
• Carson Kressely.  The funny one from the show “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy”. I once sat near him at a Fashion Week show and I believed that our eyes locked together in mutual admiration of a Gustavo Arrango Dinner Coat. Or he could have been glancing at the beautiful man from British Vogue sitting next to me.