International Mankini Challenge

The birthplace of the Mankini may have been in Sacha Baron Cohen’s head, but the place that made it famous is Hollywood and the film Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. For a Mankini, Hollywood is Mecca. It’s the closest it can get to its creator and is the spiritual home of green lycra. For the International Mankini Challenge (IMC) the pièce de résistance would be a picture with God Himself, Sacha Baron Cohen. But could he be reached?

When you travel you have the good fortune to meet people from all sorts of countries and walks of life. If you listen when people are talking about themselves you’ll also pick up valuable pieces of information that may not only be interesting, but may prove useful to you or a friend in future. And if you don’t listen, then posting a request for help on your Facebook status or on twitter account can often help you out. I tried all these avenues to try and get hold of Mr Sacha Baron Cohen and was lucky enough to snag a friend of a friend who knew him and a mate who knew his agent, manager and publicist’s names.

Now a friend of Sacha may have limited influence with a man with a profile as big as his, but a manager, agent and publicist… If you watch the US show Entourage then you’ll know how this dynamic works between ‘E’, Ari Gold and Shauna. The manager manages the day to day affairs for the client and pushes the agent to get the best deal and opportunities for them. The agent negociates with the studios in trying to secure the roles his client wants while trying to raise his client’s equity in the movie business. The publicist on the other hand tries to build a public image of the client through various media that makes him more employable. And so I dropped these guys emails, no doubt all bigwigs in their respective agencies, doubting I’d get a response.

Arriving at LAX after 11 months in Latin America I was braced for my own ‘Cultural Learnings of America’. Coming back into ‘the modern world’ was sure to be a shock judging by how overwhealmed I felt about my first Walmart experience in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. However I had the benefit of staying with a good friend from London who now lives in Los Angeles (LA) and with him we put our heads together for alternative LA picture opportunities as back up. The list read as follows:

As well as being a fountain of knowledge on LA landmarks, my friend also works and is connected in the entertainment business. Thus over the week of my stay he’d arranged for me to play football at singer Robbie Williams house, get VIP passes to Universal Studios and go to an LA Lakers basketball match. I supplemented this by speaking to a contact of mine (before traveling I worked in sport) to get us access to the five day old VIP Hyde Lounge Staples Centre at the game where, it turned out, a certain Mr David Beckham and his LA Galaxy teamates would be celebrating the fact they had reached the Major League Soccer (MLS) final!

After taking into account the fact I wanted something synonomous with LA, somewhere I wouldn’t risk running into kids or getting lynched by security or the cops and something relevant to the Borat film, as well as would make a good picture, I settled on the Hollywood sign!

Sure, a picture with Robbie on the pitch at his house would have been cool, but he was in the UK (the chances hey?) promoting his new album Reality Killed The Video Star. It would have been rude to do it without his permission. A shot with Becks would also have been awesome, but this wasn’t the right environment and to be honest I think he gets bothered enough. I wanted to let him chill and enjoy his night with his team mates. And so I found myself travelling up Beachwood, the best street to get a view of the Hollywood sign, one Saturday. It’s a pretty residential area and home to the rich, famous and private security firms! However after some expert navigation by H, we found the spot!

Unobstructed views of the Hollywood sign are hard to get, especially ones without the rest of LA’s tourist population at your heels. But we’d found such a place. With the light fading I slipped into the straps and we picked our spot. After a couple of trial shots I stripped off and we got the shots and 15-20 seconds after I got my kit back on a patrol car rolled by… phew. Upon checking the rear mankini pictures I noticed that the label was out. After so many shots I’ve become a bit of a perfectionist and so after a brief look around I whipped the gear off again and we got some more arse shots. Boom – done!

It may not be Sacha, Becks or Robbie – but nonetheless it’s Hollywood and I’m pleased to get a shot such as this with an icon such as the famous sign.

See the pictures here.