“Take it off, take it all off!” a hottie in a miniskirt shouted. There were 12 of them, all built rock hard. Were they cheaper by the dozen? Read more

Billy, can I take your picture? He made a face and pretty much shuttered his baby blues. Billy, another one, can you please open your eyes? I asked again. Read more Read it in print

Monday night, on the second floor of the powerHouse Arena, Jonathan Lethem was spinning records for the National Book Foundation’s “5 Under 35,” a showcase of young novelists. Read more

Did you get your freak out at Click Drag 3.1: The Second Coming, the gender-bending fetish party on Oct. 17 at Santos Party House? If not, maybe next year, dahlings. Start planning now. They won&rsquo Read more

Salvation was there Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass at the powerHouse Arena. Salvation was not a saving of my soul, but the hardcore band from Philly, along with a trio of kick-ass writers: “Bloodclot” John Joseph of The Cro Mags, the “Indestructible Wolf” Max G. Morton and old-school New York tattooist Jonathan Shaw, all of whom have written books for Heartworm Press recently. We’re talking Outlaw Lit 101. Read more

In a town full of skyscrapers, it’s often what’s happening beneath the sidewalk that ends up being the most exciting. Hidden spaces—think SubMercer, the basement of La Esquina or the late, lamented Undochine—are black gold in New York's over-saturated nightlife scene. A hard-to-find, little-known location with the right music and crowd can become an overnight sensation, and if a group of people just above 14th Street play their cards right, they might have New York’s next one on their hands. Read more

The kids were in costumes ranging from Santa Claus to a two-man electric outlet, but the room was hot and they were listless. Glum is the new glam. Had the Bushwick boys and girls ran out of meds? Tall, lean, leatherbooted Susanne Oberbeck. Read more Read it in print

Glum is the New Glam “No more tonic water!” the costumed cutie purred from behind the makeshift bar. Shit! I was partying in the United States of Bushwick: no direct train without shuttle Read more

Every aspect of Horror-Bowl— the Josh Wood-produced Halloween party—from the hard-to-find location (Lucky Strike on 12th Avenue) to the drinks ($10 beers and $15 shots) to the fur-clad clipboard holder at the door, was off putting. Read more

Upon arriving at 3rd Wards new space, an old factory at 573 Metropolitan Avenue in Williamsburg, I was hit with the realization that I had been there before. At the tender age of 19, I rode the finicky industrial elevator to the fourth floor to an illegal loft with a killer view. The last time I had been there I was naked and high, and now, nine years later, I was ready to see what the building had to offer me. Of course, it was dick. Read more Read it in print