Day two post for Contributing Editor

More to come!

Club Sandwich post for The Moment

This party was NUTZ! For some reason it was totally refreshing, fun, wild, no tude get down dance a thon madness.
Give me more!

Paris Post from Contributing Editor

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Off to Paris for Men's Week

I am leaving today at 4:50 for Paris.
I'm excited! First trip to Paris for business.

I vowed last time I was there that I would never go back unless I was paid.
Well here we go.

I was last there several summers back with Mom, Happy and Danielle.
We had rotten taxi drivers, horrid waiters, rude clerks, the usual for Paris.
It's just not worth it to me. I would rather spend my money in a country that welcomes me.

But with loads of friends in town and Obama mania at fever pitch, maybe it won't be as bad.

I will be helping out BPMW garner editors for their menswear show, (Capsule) too.
See invite below.

Just finishing the (Capsule) Show here I am looking forward to seeing how it works in Paris.
I am also attending some fun shows and celebrating Waris' new jewelry at Colette on Monday.

Keep an eye out for my posts here and on other blogs.

A Bientot!

PBR is not a beer!

No dear Hipsters I am not referring to your beloved working mans beer- Pabst Blue Ribbon-
I am speaking of the coolest event to ever grace Madison Square Gardens- Professional Bull Riding.

A new friend Clovis, who is an avid fan of PBR organized a Facebook group to attend the event last Saturday. I eagerly accepted my invite after catching several shows over Christmas and being GLUED to the tube. The sassy country boys and cowboys, the crazy clown and the death defying act of actually riding a bull for 8 seconds is riveting.

We all met up a Rawhide and then walked up to The Garden and were excited to find our seats in the LAST row of the venue!
But no worries we had a blast and took over the back row with beers, boys and foot long hot dogs.

Rod Townsend and I took it upon ourselves to find the best fashion in the building and to get as close as possible to the show so we moseyed around the venue and found some amazing red neck attire and watched the clown perform, "All the Single Ladies" much to our amusement.

After two hours of watching some bucking bulls and boys we all piled out into Gym bar for more beer and Rod and I had to hit Mr. Black since we were feeling like a dance fest after watching that damn clown. We rocked out till the wee hours after flaunting our stories of the PBR to all the club kids.

I can't wait till next year!

Can I get a yeeeeeeehaw?

New Year's Day on Folly Beach at Taco Boy

Straight Boys never cease to amaze me.....

New Years in Charleston

Every time I seep back into Charleston on I-26 from Atlanta I start to mellow out. And yes, I am already mellowed by my time in Atlanta and simply from being in the South but it's those Palmetto trees and Spanish moss that get me into a valium vacation care of Mother Nature.

I arrived on Tuesday 30th and just got back to NYC today. There was loads of boozing naturally, but more exciting than that was my new passion for the bicycle. Now I haven't been on one in about 15 years since Claire and I used to sit on each others handlebars and peddle to the cafeteria at the College of Charleston, but I hopped back on this trip and had a blast.

I know Jorgen tried to get me on a bike in Copenhagen numerous times but I refused, mostly because of the cobblestone streets, but also from my fear of falling in front of all of his Danish friends.

This year I had no choice. I decided to be spend thrifty and not keep my rental car all week in Charleston so my only option was peddling. Abby and I took Claire and Marco's bikes out for a spin and ended up on a bike and beer cruise down to the Blind Tiger. We had so much fun we forgot it was New Years Eve and we had a car picking us up in an hour. So we peddled like mad men uptown wearing New Years top hats and blowing horns provided by our kind bartender.

New Years Eve was a blur as usual but the next day was amusing tooling around in Abigail's 1974 Buick convertible out to Folly Island to make a 'Beeramid' with her boyfriend Brenden and brother, Nick.

Yesterday I again was on the bike enjoying a crisp day in Charleston with the scent of the paper mills wafting into town. I toured the Nathaniel Russell house at 51 Meeting Street then took a spin through the Wells Gallery, one of my favorite spots in Charleston for Low Country art.

Last night we had an amazing dinner at Lucca, the new hotspot in town and handily diagonal from Claire's home. She lives in an up and coming area and for this resto to land here is a gift from the neighborhood God's. One day it will happen in Harlem!

Now I'm back and I feel out of whack seeing salt on the streets and people hustling about. But I have one more day to savor of vacation until the mad mad world starts spinning once again.

It's all going to be fine in 2009.