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Fixx hangs out with John Varvatos.
There she is, just a few steps away from me, standing behind a wooden table with snifter glasses, various bottles of scotch, and a silly grin. I’m standing right in front of the scene stealing, porridge eating, bed...
Red Hook or be dammed. After party for BKFW.
The first instance of Fashion Week to be held in the rising borough of Brooklyn was capped off with a similarly-incongruous after-party sponsored in part by our publication (whether by folly or a very clever attempt to achieve the...
The new breed at the National Arts Council.
The National Arts Club is a hell of an institution. Founded in 1898 by a veteran New York Times literary critic and housed in what once served as home to Governor Samuel Tilden, the private club attracts the best...
Dossier Journal arrives at Tribeca Grand. And how…
Thursday night, and where dreams could be wagered and snow fell white, pure and delirious. All the tall and languid had retired to the Tribeca Grand Hotel for the evening. Dossier’s most recent magazine launch party was slowly assembling.
The...
Gen Art Finale at the BLVD, that and a celebrity cluster.
It’s Tuesday evening, closing night of the Gen Art 7 Premiers/7 Parties Festival and I am attempting to survive the final screening and after party—which is at the downtown space BLVD. Since I am newly single and I have...
Faux celebrities. A make believe experiment at GEN ART.
There is nothing more irritating to those of us who love to drink than an open bar at a well-attended event. On a normal night, the bartender will be reasonably accessible to those of us who need him most;...
OAKY Donkey, Get your Fixx at 1 OAK.
Have you ever heard of that dive bar in the East Village that lets you drink all that you can stomach if it’s your birthday? Well that’s where I began yesterday. Sitting on a wooden stool, leaning over a...
Dressed to the hilt.
Monday night and Manhattan society has retired to the annals of Scottish meadows, bag pipes and a plethora of single malts. Whether by design or madness it seems everyone who has ever been a film star, is a film...
Sunday Night Crises with Hipsters.
The Glasslands Gallery has all the expected hallmarks of a Williamsburg absurdist theatre: bikes, stuffed animal heads, vintage appliances, undulating, gender-less masses and assorted ironic accoutrement. My drink tickets were ripped up Uno cards, reminiscent of a by-gone era...
A Night out at the Museum of Natural History: When the Socialites Come Alive.
It was a dark and stormy Thursday evening. Scampering in my black patent stilettos, I dashed from my cab and took shelter in the Museum of Natural History. And what happened afterhours in this dimly lit establishment was, in...
Global Nomads Dance for Freedom.
This past Thursday saw a wonderful turnout celebrating awareness for a very special cause very dear to our hearts. Inspired by the collective vision of Janera Soerel of Janera.com, photographer Jennifer Macfarlane and the compassionate humanist Benjamin Skinner we...
The Luxury Spot. $1600 Bottle service will always exist…
The ongoing recession isn't so much of an ongoing recession that such things as luxury-oriented online magazine launch parties aren't ongoing as well. Manhattan will simply not sit still for global economic collapse, even if the collapse in question...
Coming of Age with The New Twenty at Norwood.
255, 247…241, in gold leaf…that’s it…
Upon invitation by nightlife royalty Patrick Duffy to The New Twenty film premier party, we embraced a perfect Monday evening scene for the provocative Scallywags.
Crossing the thresholds of Norwood is like a tantalizing bite...
“I’ve got a crush over you!”
Beautiful boy. This is who he is, and those gents standing in front of me are just as beautiful. Then again we’re only at ‘CRUSH’ fanzine’s launch party, and the whole room is infatuated, making their way over, their...
Wild Thangs. A night out with Macy Gray and Ariel Palitz at Sutra.
Tuesday night. A scallywag decked out in green with tequila coursing through his veins. A bar in the lower east side named after an ancient Indian text. Hip Hop music blasting all around, and Macy Gray enrapturing the crowds....
