Tag: New York
Surface magazine honors Function over Form. A Night out at Operation.
If you’ve ever wanted a lesson in how imagination, attention to form and utilitarian function come together you needed to attend last night’s homage to Operation, the new wonderful enfant terrible of menswear. If on the other hand you...
At the Chloe. And who Exactly is She?
Femme fatale? Slinky? Androgynous? Reminiscent of another epoch? She’s a hard one to pin down. Last night we came to finally meet her at 81 Ludlow st.
She reminds me of a girl I used to date back in Paris,...
A Night out at Tribeca Grand. Thinking of you Barack Obama.
Debonair? Charismatic? Fashionable? Intelligent? Savoir faire? We’ve been hearing about the optimism surrounding the newly elected presidency of Barack Obama. That said, we decided to find for ourselves if a town is ready for new sensibilities.
It’s a Tuesday night...
Bright Lights. Big City.
Time Square isn’t a square at all, but a triangle, with its two main avenues like a lady’s legs spread wide. Coming up in between her thighs is a large glowing billboard, a seemingly thousand foot tall Mercedes-Benz sign....
I’d Like this in a 6 and a Glass of Cristal.
For most, 5th Avenue is the epitome of New York glitz and glamour. For me, it is the perfect catalyst for a panic attack. I frequently find myself hyperventilating while fighting through idle mobs of tourists, running away from...
The Celebrated life of a Paparazzo coming to your nearest TV..
So here’s an idea. A reality show about the lives of celebrities. Seen it all before? So have we. Then how about a reality show about a paparazzo chasing and living the life of celebrities? Clever? Entertaining? Block buster?...
How to Behave like you Know what you are Looking at. Etiquette at the gallery.
"This is how you are supposed to stand," Umberto whispered in my ear as I took a sip of my PBR and stared at the painted and carved wooden slab on the wall. He slid apart his stance another...
Vivid dreams and Pandora’s Box.
Redhook, Brooklyn. We’ve been trudging through the sleet for just under an hour, cursing ourselves and wondering if snow flakes will get in the way of us lighting another cigarette. Up ahead we can make out the visage of...
Meditations of a Disco beat at Merkato 55; Post Siesta. Part 1.
We here at Scallywag and Vagabond have been inspired, nay, seduced by the candor of slinky femme fatales, exfoliated cheek bones, sashaying disco beats and the allure of a porcelain crowd that does it’s best to imitate a Vogue...
This Is What Happens When You Eat Vodka for Breakfast.Merkato 55, part 2.
I never thought I would find backless shirts and eggs benedict in the same room. Of course, that was before I attended Merkato 55’s belligerent brunch. A bizarre combination of Isabella’s and Ibiza, the Koch Brothers’ weekly Saturday extravaganza...
Let’s Go to Chloé and Talk About Plato.
Katharine K. peers into Bobo culture to examine the undercover upperclass and their seamless sense of style.
Start with equal parts Bohemian and Bourgeois. Add a splash of Beatnik, a dash of literati, a pinch of pretension and voila! You...
Bijoux goes off the Cliff! Revelry in 2009.
If one has ever wondered what’s it like to sustain an evening with bated breath, perky somethings, managed misbehavior and the incredulity that the world’s sexiest, cosmopolitan and naughty crowd could exist, then one needed to drop by Bijoux...
Mercato 55 lights up. New Year’s Revelry. Where’s my Tiara?
There’s an adage that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but last Wednesday whilst at Mercato 55 we suddenly came to terms with the idea that debauchery and giddy delight is the nominator of all those who...
URB Magazine at 105 Rivington. How the Glitterati came and Danced.
For some of us this might be the time of year to be heading off to ice packed airports, pine nestled gourmet stores and Christmas bon bons. But for a certain select crowd it’s also that that time of...
We Like Socialites, especially the Eccentric ones. A Night out at the National Arts Council.
There usually comes a time in every aspiring socialite or actual socialite's life that they are just lost for words. To actually show a loss for words would be an obvious faux pas for any aspiring socialite or actual...
