Going for BROKE. Tea with Daisy Martey at Payard.
This Saturday we caught up with one of London’s real super stars, Daisy Martley. The girl who used to front for Noonday Underground and Morcheeba who was literally here for a whirlwind blast and ‘going for broke,’ albeit first...
Fixx and Sean give you the House.
Chiromancy is the age-old art of characterization and fortunetelling through the study of the palm. Also known as palmistry, palm-reading, or hand analysis, in today’s modern society it is generally regarded as a pseudoscience despite it’s uncanny accuracy in...
United Creators want to make your Art Gallery Irrelevant?
Here’s an idea. You’re a starving artist trying to get your work out, except there’s one problem, the art galleries aren’t returning your phone calls. It’s that time of day you begin to reconsider your sanity except this time...
Respect me in the morning or I won’t be back for my next bottle of Jack!
Mom always said "it's important to show manners and even more important to be polite!".... But the Kid's nagging insisitence "why," is our bubbling curiosity that pops the cork!?
At this trying time of doom that important issue has fermented...
Conversations with Paul Hutcheson.
We sent out Kat Hepburn this past weekend to the Frigid Theater festival. What follows is a diatribe on drunken sex, why we secretly love tranny porn, the concept of beauty, monogamy, identity, and the choices we make and...
Charity: Water. And a Date?
The Scallywag crew entered the narrow hallway of Chelsea Market shortly after 10pm Tuesday night. Little did we know we were like small metal balls about to enter a toy tilted wooden-maze. A series of photographs on display near...
What happened to Hamish? HARD/SOFT opens at the National Arts Club.
Getting into the National Arts Club last Friday was an outrageous production. The line was around the block. Frustrated shouts could be heard throughout Gramercy Park. And Hamish Bowles left in a huff. Yes, that’s right. Hamish Bowles, VOGUE’s...
American Academy of Arts and Letters: Pompous, Stuffy but Brilliant.
In the post regalia of the Armory this Scallywag headed way uptown (155 th st ) to partake in some stodgy revelry of the Academy’s annual patronage to the visual arts.
Viewing the vast amount of heralded work at the...
Will Everything Be Taken Away? UN-SCR-1325 opens at the Chelsea Art Museum.
In the midst of Armory Week’s champagne cocktails and pretentious (albeit enthralling) parties, it was refreshing to attend a powerful opening where the focus was, shockingly enough, the art. Curated by the perceptive Jan Van Woensel and his curatorial...
Amanda Dolan’s “Heart Attack.”
Blinking hearts in a window bringing Amsterdam's red-light district to mind, and a modern day Warhol of a pooch fit to ride in Paris Hilton's luxury handbag clearly signaled that Amanda Dolan's "Heart Attack" exhibit opening at Ward-Nasse Gallery was open for...
Reassessing Self-Worth Via Comparative Discount Shopping:
There has been no assuaging my pain these past eight days. Few of my "friends" have tried offering my broken heart condolences, but mostly, they've not cared to hear me whine and complain which I totally understand, and therefore,...
Goodbye Armory; the Collective cool kids of Hardware celebrate…
Sunday night. A welcoming smile at an iron door, stairs leading to Erik Foss and Paul Sevigny’s Armory After Party at Collective Hardware, and the new cool kids holy land on Bowery. An addictive and entrancing vibe provoked us like a smoky...
Julian Hibbard gives us Noir A-Z.
The death of John Dillenger, infamous bank robber known for his graceful movements during heists such as, leaping over counters and high-speed car chases with narrow getaways was as follows;
Anna Sage, a brothel madam from Gary, Indiana was facing...
Okay, we went to the Armory too, but are Galleries still relevant?
So last night was the last night of the Armory spectacle. To be clear we rather enjoyed the whole experience, the artists, the dealers, the meetings, the parties and the clever banter. Always the clever banter. Yet there was...
Sally Shan. More than just a Club Promoter?
It’s just after two in the morning and I’ve been ignoring the text on my phone all week when I finally capitulate. I’m walking up the stairs of a beehive of young kids, dwarfs, batman look a likes and...
