Saturday, December 30, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Happy Hour
Oh man. So this woman was sitting all night at Odessa's. Totally looked like she just came from work- starched white shirt, black blazer, Claire Huxtable hairstyle. Then she gets up to leave and WHOA! maroon spandex pants! It's like she got wild at happy hour and took half of her power suit off. yowza!
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Costa Diva Strike 2
She does it again! My guest hostess Costa Diva poses with this creepster dude, who came up to me and announced that he is a 22 yr old former Gucci model. He then whined to me for like 2 hours about how Gucci cast him aside, telling him he was too old to continue with their "ad campaigns." I say its just because he is fucking cheesy
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A Fried Egg
Kids, this one is about your brain on drugs. What you can't see is that girlfriend is sitting on my bag- which was full of 2 water bottles, a hardcover book, magazine, amongst other things. She didn't notice. It was seriously the pointiest and bulkiest bag I've carried in a long time. I couldn't figure out how she didn't notice. Then I saw that face! Oh, that face. The tongue she is unable to control, half out, kinda just laying there mid-mouth. The creepy focused/unfocused eyes. Drugs are NOT pretty, children! She' lucky the bar was pitch black, thank god for flash photography. I suppose this one isn't as fair because it's more about the action than the visual, but I guess I could mention the cheesy Holiday Party halter from Express and the Nike hightops that weren't even cool in the 80s.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Costa Diva Strike 1
You really don't want to pass out anywhere in the presence of my friend Costa Diva. Probably the most fun person ever, she will easily co-host a jerk siting, and interact with your lifeless body. I don't know what they're putting in those drinks at the Delancey (seriously they are so strong I could feel the hair on my chest growing), but it must be good- good enough to make everyone pass out. This poor girl didn't stir at all through Costa's posing assault. Love it.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Skating Star
Deep in the bowels of Central Park, lies an area of intrigue and mystery. A giant oval is chalked off, signifying a barrier of sorts. (DO NOT CROSS THE CHALK YOU MORTALS!) A flashback to 1990s house music grates on the brain. Where am I? Quantum Leap? And then gliding back and forth, forwards, backwards, spinning round and round in tight tight shiny spandex leaving nothing to the imagination- are New York's biggest freaks. They gather and "skate jam" for hours on end. I am perplexed. Yet, I can never look away. Not far away, congregate the "serious skaters", skating cone obstacle courses in SILENCE.
This lady has to be in her late 60s. And let me tell you, she was "on" the whole time, with her performance face, shimmying in that spandex outfit for anyone who'd watch (and really, who couldn't look away?!)
This lady has to be in her late 60s. And let me tell you, she was "on" the whole time, with her performance face, shimmying in that spandex outfit for anyone who'd watch (and really, who couldn't look away?!)
Friday, December 08, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Burberry Mummy
Girlfriend, I love drag queens, don't get me wrong. I've been a fag hag since age 14, and we can thank Paper magazine for that. But seriously, please please PLEASE learn to sew instead of wrapping Burberry toilet paper around your body like a ghetto mummy Halloween costume. Unless of course that's your theme and next time you cut eye holes out of a Burberry sheet to be a ghetto Burberry ghost, in which case I applaud your jovial creativity!
Monday, December 04, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Hippies
I feel comfortable at The Delancey, too. The top garden floor is pretty serene with all the foliage and the fountains. But, dude, it's a BAR! This is NYC! That disgusting floor is covered with subway stank, spit, and tuburculosis. I watched this chick frolicking barefoot, and as I was about to take a pic of her jumping about, she literally fell onto the couch with dudesly and passed out in 0.5 seconds.