Keeping you informed of the current status of the Frank Decaro headshot on the wall of Quiznos #4286 on 14th Street.
Marquee’s excellent design has anyone entering the club immediately fighting through everyone waiting at the bar. As all of humanity stands before us and a drink, a decision is made to head to the back and go upstairs.
The Marquee scene is predominantly Guys Who Chew Gum Whilst Drinking and Women Who Finger-Floss Their Hair. Same as it was the last time I was there. People I wouldn’t throw a life-preserver to.
How our taxi driver made Saturday night memorable.
Celebrating Sylvester, way out here.
Vaginal birth requires a great deal of pushing with accompanying pain. For males to relate, this might be best described as your wife and a chorus of enthusiastic strangers cheerleading you to pee a rhinoceros.
Perhaps once a dream come true, but now I’d rather have slept.
The discovery of an old folder of notes prompts the recollection of a summer spent with celebrities, many moons ago.
Observations from Michael Stipe’s Christmas Party.
New York’s Fashion Week was last week, which means the city was filled with intolerable models and the people who employ them. I was in possession of an embossed, obviously expensive, terribly hard to read invitation to the Y & Kei fashion show. Y & Kei is a Korean label with Prada prices. I’d never…