Edited by Saynt
TOP8 features Aaron K, Sky Ferriera, Greg K (1/3rd of the Misshapes), and Mothafucking Brik. How can you possibly miss this and not feel like a poser of cool. 10.22.10 at Bedlam 40 Avenue C, NY, NY 10009. I’ll be there smoking that goodness… www.top8friends.com
Edited by Hillary Frazier
Congrats to Fashion Indie BFF and ‘Out With Aaron K’ columnist for being named the ‘Best Newcomer’ in New York City Nightlife according to L Magazine. Thanks to everyone who voted for Aaron for this award, he definitely deserved it for being one of our favorite party people!
Edited by Corey Moran
Get those dancing shoes (6 inch Alexander Wang heels for most of you) and head out to The Delancey for Fashion Indie’s new party Young Guns! This is a party you won’t want to miss! The place is going to be packed wall to wall, and the music will have you dancing all night! This is a family affair, so round up all your friends and head over tonight!
PS. Did I mention FREE VODKA FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE VODKA!
Please RSVP on CultIndie!
Edited by Corey Moran
The shoes are amazing, and the prints and patterns aren’t too shy either. A bit bummed I skipped out on this one. What do you think of the models? Fashion Indie’s own, Aaron K helped out with the casting.
Gallery: RUNWAY RUNDOWN: Duckie Brown Spring 2010 Collection
via Men’s Style
Edited by Hillary Frazier
We’re going all out for the closing of Fashion Indie’s favorite party, Ruff Club Friday’s at the Annex. Hosted by Aaron K and Sophia Lamar, co-hosted by yours truely, with photos by Felipe [photobooth], The Cobrasnake, and Nicky Digital..this is sure to be the ultimate blowout! Free drinks from 9-11 and 3-4am..get there early! Party hard with us and give Ruff Club the goodbye it deserves!
Edited by Hillary Frazier
“In vogue at the moment are the Garrison, the Scotch of St. James and Dolly’s. The Garrison, run by smooth, dinner-jacketed waiters is ostensibly where the upper crust of London’s rich young jet set while away time between flights…The Scotch of St James (actually it’s in Mason’s Yard) is small and crowded to near suffocation point…The pessimistic are already gloomily predicting that the Scotch will soon be passee but its popularity among the uninitiate is still high.
[At] Dolly’s…the most way-out outfits are the expected uniform and the kinkiest of gear is accepted without the blinking of an eyelid.”
In Vogue? Guess she was destined for print. I’d love to see a mod Wintour ‘Out with Aaron K’
LINK LOVE: NY Mag via Gawker
Edited by Aaron K, Nightlife Personality
I’m always surprised at how busy and nutty-acting everyone gets during Fashion Week prep. Everyone is in a huff. I’ve seen a lot of models in Soho, they’re almost all in huffs. Except for the “It” models, you know like Ash and Jethro. I bet they’re never in anything like a huff, they’re only in magazines. Is Cole Mohr still “It”?
Anyway, I got invited to the model casting for Duckie Brown. It made me feel a little special, but whenever I told anyone they sort of laughed. Everyone thought I was trying out to be a model, I wasn’t. Duckie wanted me there to cast models, and pretend to DJ. I really like pretending.
It was self-defeating though. The casting, I mean. I was the short, pasty, black-clad kid with grandma glasses and bad hair. Everyone around me was 6 foot tall, healthy, fit, and beautiful. It was awful, and amazing. Amazing because they were changing and naked and trying on great clothes.
Two boys I party with came on a go-see. Is that an official term? Go-see? Or did Tyra make that up for America’s Next Top Model? But, right, Jace and Harvey came on a go-see. It was nice seeing them out and about during the day. And I think both of them were cast, because they have amazing walks and are so handsome.
Oh. Did anyone see that Craiglist missed connection from Tuesday? A friend posted it to my Facebook. I think someone I know, a boy, gave a man a blowjob at the Box while his girlfriend watched. It all happened on the balcony, I mean, I must have been a few feet away. Was it you? Tell me the truth. I need the scoop.
I think it’s a good nightlife when things like this can still happen. It reminds me of Studio 54.
It’s so sad that the Ruff Club is ending. I don’t know what else to say. It’s the end of an era, or something. There’s a rumor that Peaches Geldof and Jethro Cave will be there. That they’re going to DJ. I love Nick Cave, and his son Jethro is amazing. I didn’t know that Peaches is still around. Can I have her job? What is her job?
P.S.
I forgot to mention I met Christopher Sauve and Julia Frakes yesterday while creeping Soho with Alex. Chris was the nicest, like so pleasant. Julia was a button, but I kind of think I squeezed her hand too hard. Alex thought her pants were a great Beacon’s find, but of course they were Erin Wasson. Nicollette said Julia was a downtown luminary.
I guess she must be if she’s curating a collection at Screaming Mimi’s for Fashion’s Night Out. I’m jealous, wish I was curating a collection.
Did you know that even the Disney Channel changes its New York programming before and during Fashion Week? I told you, nutty-acting. Everyone.
Edited by Aaron K, Nightlife Personality
I watched ‘Memento’ last nite with Sun Tek and Eric (Opening Ceremony). Pretty sure I missed a big night at St. Jerome’s; Facebook told me Justin Tranter (Semi-Precious Weapons) got ready for the bar’s 4th year anniversary party while watching ‘Gentleman Prefer Blondes’ and that Lady Starlight DJ’d. She wore some cute little gloves with lasers attached to the fingers. Justin was all batty eye shadow and tossled hair. Sometimes I wonder if he’ll wear that look forever. I mean, I do like a good uniform.
I love that I can go out without leaving my apartment, I got to be at St. Jerome’s and all I had to do was stay glued to my computer. Which I’m very good at.
I probably should have gone to the party, but my night was glamorous enough in its own way. Sun Tek is a famous artist, really, he lunches with Al Pacino and the Olsons. One of his pieces was even a prize at the Tribeca Film Festival. And these days Eric models for Alexander Wang or something. He also photographs expensive Persian birthdays, I think.
Anyway, I guess my night was grand, because I was watching ‘Memento’ with people who are up there. Too bad the movie wasn’t very good. I probably should have watched ‘Mad Men’ or ‘True Blood.’
Or gone to St. Jerome’s.
P.S. Are Eric and Coco back together? Do you know Coco? She’s an angel. She was in Nylon once for something, but I don’t know what.
There was a scary bouncer at the door of the Leopard Lounge in the East Village last night. He didn’t know who I was and wouldn’t let me or a lot of my friends in. It made me very nervous. I think I paced around for a few minutes before I saw one of my favorite new trannies, Tiana (Bungalow 8), walk in with a train of muscle men. I think she or someone grabbed the manager for me. Trannies always know how to get the legwork done.
Trannies are such hard workers, much harder workers than most people. I mean, they have to erase all the tell-tale signs of their manhood and draw in all the woman ones. Woman ones?!? Anyway, we swapped numbers and she wants me to come out with her, maybe Thursday. Definitely a consideration. Tiana was wearing something that looked like a rich woman from the Upper West Side who isn’t into fashion would wear, but she lives in the Upper East Side. She’s like some sophisticated transneighborhood queen and it’s becoming increasing difficult to offer a proper critique on her chic.
I forget last night at Cool Jerk!. It was memorable, but I forget.
I more than often remember getting ready for a party, than remember the party itself. I think the party has become younger and gayer, but better and better too. Michael T. (Rated X) and DJ Jess (Indierotica) were our guests and they both did really great sets. Michael had his hair flipped out and lots of white makeup on, and a tailored denim jacket. Jess said he had just rolled out of bed, but his pomp was perfect. Oh, and Tiana said someone tried to break a stall door in on her. She was so cool about it, but I was so uncool: I was too afraid to ask if she was using the men’s or women’s bathroom.
Afterward I stumbled into a cab and piled in with maybe 4 or 5 other kids. Brik picked a fight with the driver when we pulled up to Kellog’s, but I think maybe the driver picked a fight with us. It was frightening, I don’t know if he got paid. I just ran into the diner and got a table for five, but only Brik joined me and he drank all the water. I ordered a bison burger, because I’m a truely loyal American (and I thought they were going extinct, which just makes ordering one seem like the equivalent of layering myself in forbidden pelts from dead beasts).It seemed decadent, but it was really tasty and exactly what I needed.
Now Brik is playing with a bolt of spandex he found on the street. That’s no way to make friends. But we’re trying to get ready forthe Box, it’s a Caligula themed party tonight for some reason or another. A toga party? I don’t know about that. But Caligula is such a good movie.
If you’re coming, password: Caligula.
Go figure.
