Aaron Cobett as Aaron, the Band's Make-Up Artist
	Aaron Cobbett plays Aaron, the band's make-up artist. He is also the Hair and Make-Up Artist for The Anita Pallenberg Story. Like Rainer Ganahl (see VoguePhotographer) the work he is doing on the set is also the role he plays in the film. For months I thought that the Make-Up Artist on Anita Pallenberg would be done by Gabriel Feliciano, a former student of mine from Cooper Union who did my hair, make-up and wardrobe for a 1992 performance I did at the Guggenheim Soho as the Lesbian Nation author, Jill Johnston. In the Spring of 1998, when I was in line for a table at Jerry's, a popular Soho restaurant, for lunch with John Yau (see John Yau as John Yau), I saw Gabriel there and told him about The Anita Pallenberg Story. At the time, we had hardly cast anybody and hadn't even set up the shooting dates for the project. But Gabriel said he would like to do it and gave me his new telephone numbers. I said I would call him in the fall, when we had some dates and some money together. By the time I dialed his numbers in October, they were all wrong. Someone gave me a new number for him, and when I called I found out it was his agent, someone called Lori Atlas. This was a bad sign. But I persisted. I knew that since I wasn't calling from Calvin Klein, Donna Karan, or Vanity Fair, an agent would probably treat me like shit. She did. She kept telling me that Gabriel was in Paris, or that she hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it yet, and when I asked her how much money she wanted she wouldn't answer. She was annoyed when she answered the phone and it was me. But I was trying to make certain that Gabriel at least got the message, even if he didn't want to do the job. I gave her a nick name: "Lori What-Was-Your-Name-Before-You-Changed-It- Atlas." Because that surname is definitely a fake. I went on tour in November without having reached Gabriel and when I came back it was just before Christmas so I had to wait until the first week of January to try again. The situation was really getting on my nerves and Leslie Singer was tired of hearing about it. By February 1999 we had lined up locations and shooting dates, beginning in March, that included over twenty people: and we still didn't have a make-up artist because I was fool enough to believe that Gabriel would come through. But I never heard from Gabriel and don't even know if he got the message. (When you have an agent like that, you are not allowed to choose your own projects directly; or, if you do, you have to pay the agent anyway - sometimes at more than $1,000 a day. The contracts are like that.) Around that time I went to a birthday party with Chuck (see Kenneth Anger), for his art dealer Nick Debs. The party was mostly fags and I noticed a really pretty one with long dark hair and a lot of tattoos with a real seventies look going on, kind of like Heavy Metal Brunette Farah Fawcett. I asked Chuck who the pretty one was, and Chuck got annoyed with me, in this really queeny way, as if he were bored with my question or because I said the pretty one was pretty because Chuck wants to be the pretty one, I guess. He told me that the pretty one was called Aaron, and that he was a photographer who made portraits of rock stars and that he was also having an exhibition with Nick Debs in Spring 1999. About a week later I was in Debs & Co., Nick's gallery, to talk with Nick about Chuck's forthcoming exhibition, for which I had agreed to write the catalogue essay. Then, the pretty one came in the office. He had with him a copy of a book of his photographs, recently published in Germany, that featured the gay male porno-style images from his rock star like portraits. I asked if I could see it and then I inquired about his process. He told me that he did the hair, the make-up, the costumes and the backdrops himself; and then he photographed. When he said "hair and make-up" I said "really?" and I fell in love on the spot. As soon as I got home I telephoned Leslie Singer and told her I had found our Hair and Make-Up Artist, but I had to figure out how to get him. But having grown weary of my pursuit of Gabriel, she was annoyed with me: she said we could just do the make-up ourselves. (Which is REALLY crazy: we don't even know how to apply lipstick!) And in truth, all of my friends get jealous when I develop a new fascination with someone - even though that's how THEY became my friends, they still get annoyed when someone new is interesting to me. It's kind of a drag, but I guess it's because they still love me, so I can't get too perturbed about it. I found out that Aaron's photographs are famous in the gay male porn world; and that his show with Nick in March would be his first gallery exhibition. I decided I had to wait until after his show to approach him - everyone is crazy the weeks before a solo exhibition - but that we had to go to the opening and the party, so I could at least ask him for permission to call him. There was a big party at Nick Deb's loft after the exhibition, and it was really wild because it brought together the art world fags with the porn star fags, so there was some gay male social tension going on. But I don't have anything to do with any of it, so it was just spectacle. And Nick Debs is really generous so the dinner was sumptuous and he was serving the best wine and spirits and the caterers were all really really pretty boys and one was wearing a blonde wig to look like Nancy Sinatra. So Leslie and Lucas (see François de Menil) and Chuck (see Kenneth Anger) and I had a really good time: we were drinking Chartreuse, which no one ever serves outside of Grenoble. When the party began to thin out after 1am, I went up to Aaron and asked him if I could call him about a film project. And some scary guy with metal where other people have teeth screeched: "Is it a porn movie???!!!" But I didn't pay any attention to him, and Aaron said I could call him the following week and I did, and he said yes, and he agreed to do the Hair and Make-Up for the shoots and also to make an appearance in front of the camera as the band's make-up artist who has to fix Mick's fallen false eye lash.
	Lucas Michael as François de Menil
	Colin de Land as Robert Fraser
	Clarissa Dalrymple as Tony Sanchez, the Band's Drugdealer
	Patterson Beckwith as David Bowie
	Peter Norton as the Pizza Delivery Boy
	John Yau as John Yau
	Yvonne Force as a groupie
	Where's Brian Jones ?
	New York is the star of the film
	How I came to be Mick Jagger
	Cosima von Bonin as Anita Pallenberg
	Nicole Eisenman as Keith Richards
	Gavin Brown as Andrew Loog Oldham
	Chuck Nanney as Kenneth Anger
	Steven Parrino as Hell's Angel
	Rainer Ganahl as the Vogue Photographer
	Ghada Amer as a Rolling Stone Reporter
	Stephanie Theobald as Julie Burchill