My reign of nudity continues as I put the finishing touches on this, the second issue sprung forth from the fertile loins that is my new home office... and I'm naked. But enough about my loins...
What's not to like about an underwear fashion show? Nothing that I've found. Steamworks steamed it up at Hydrate, with ample help from the good pornographers at Cupid's Treasures for a basket full of fun at the underwear runway show last Friday. Enjoy your cover, Martin. And he didn't even know he was going to be in the show!
FROM LEFTA: DJ Derrick Carter and DJ Mike More at Avenue M;
Steven Rosengard and friends at Roscoe's;
Me typing away in the all together at Nightspots HQ.
Speaking of runways...
It's true that people, for some unexplained reason, appear taller on TV. This old chestnut was proven true this week as I finally met one Mr. Steven Rosengard of Project Runway fame chilling outside of Roscoe's. I always pictured him to be this towering Paul Bunyan type ( minus the blue ox ) . Too my surprise we're right around the same height. I was not surprised, however, that he is just the sweetest, funniest guy imaginable.
He related that he has been an avid reader of Nightspots ever since we printed a picture of his ex doing what he described as 'an underwear dance' in 2005. I'll have to dive into my archives to see exactly what Mr. Fashion Designer calls an underwear dance. Look for the answer in a future issue.
Please welcome our brand new photographer Alexandra Klimczak! See has started with some amazing shots from Star Gaze, Berlin and Spin this week. Be on the lookout for the scene through her eyes.
It's always difficult for me to feign interest in house music, or really any music outside the collection of Prince and Pixies that I own. But even I know how big Derrick Carter is. So it was with a modicum of excitement that I ran into him at Avenue M's Thurst Thursday. He was there to cheer on his good friend, transsexual DJ extraordinaire Honey Dijon. Between that and Johnathinn's filthy Stoli Martini with three blue cheese olives ( which I did not even have to order, mind you ) it was a pretty good night.
Happy birthday to young, young Fabion at Cocktail. When I came in and saw a cake with the 22 candle sticking out of it, I fully expected it to be one of those I'm-gay-and-I-can't accept-my-age-so-I-lie-thinly-disguising-my-own-deep-rooted-insecurities joke-type cakes. No. He's an actual youngin'. Ah, 22. To think I'm a full 50% older than him. Not that there's anything wrong with that...
Happy 21st anniversary to my fav south side waterin' hole
InnExile. Congrats to Kelly, Ruben and all the guys down by Midway for providing quality service and top-notch entertainment for so long. And the parking lot can be quite a scene as well.
But enough about my loins...
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