by Kattoo King Here lies the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.  The one cultural event equally beloved by fashionistas and straight boys with limited access to internet porn.  This time last year, everything felt different. Interns were frantically gluing Swarovski crystals to G-strings, and models were switching to a liquid diet. 

The Modern Man and the Artful Gentlemen are putting on a fancy fashion event to celebrate the launch of a new after-hours series. Called the Art of the Suit, this party will be on Friday, March 1st on the top floor of the McRoskey Mattress Co. Besides getting to check out new

Everyone’s heard the expression “starving artist” before, right? Throughout time, there has always been a subset of the population who fits this description and today, my friends, many of us are the ones filling those ratty, tattered shoes. Whether it’s because all of our disposable income goes toward bettering our

Recently, I attended a surprise birthday party for my friend Kaitlin, and had a great time. Birthday Girl Kaitlin: stylish and sassy, as per usual. My friends: major babes, as per usual. The party location at the Standard Biergarten: teeming with hella bros. Yes, this is to be expected at

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the spotlight.  The shiny hair, the outfits, the fake laughing while delicately holding a champagne flute… all these things spoke to me.  Unfortunately, I was born more of a Judy Greer than a Judy Garland.  What I

There’s a favorite memory amongst my friends Leyli, Marie and me– a memory about the three of us waiting on a subway platform, and being met by the putrid stinkeyes of a gaggle of stiletto-heeled, shiny-dressed bitches. They were all gussied up (likely for a night of rubbing up against

Legendary fashion editor Diana Vreeland once said, “We all need a splash of bad taste; no taste is what I’m against.” I wholeheartedly agree with this statement– which is why I am unashamed to do things like: lick the Tapatio-drenched remnants of an exploded on-the-go burrito off of my shirt,