Thanks to Paula W. for the photo Wow I’m really amazed people don’t talk about this one more, it’s definitely one of those places that deserves mention in as many conversations as possible. It literally has one of the biggest archives of porno mags I’ve ever seen, and what’s remarkable

There’s been a lot of talk over the last few months about coffee shops in NYC banning laptops during lunch rush hours or even disallowing anything with a screen altogether, so naturally some coffee purveyors in San Francisco are considering a similar move. And while I like to think we’ve

This video (click on photo to view) for Favourite Sons’ track “Pistols and Girls” features artist and former auction curator and Contemporary and Urban Art Specialist at Phillips de Pury & Co., Alex Smith. Much like this video, Smith’s work can be seen as at first jarring, but compelling, as

Ok here is another installment of ‘˜Bitching About Winter’.  I didn’t use to have a problem with winter.  I would laugh at the grumps who complained all the time about the snow, the ice and chapped lips (hi Mom!) but now I stand corrected.  This winter weather sucks. It doesn’t

Valentine’s Day is Sunday. Before you go get you some lovin’, make sure it’s the only VD you’ve got. The same government program that stocks every bar with NYC condoms also runs STD screening clinics in all of the boroughs that offer FREE screenings for the HIV, the clap, syphilis,

Ever since I started dressing myself, I’ve been shopping in thrift stores.  I’m pretty sure it’s long gone now, but when I was growing up there was an AMAZING one in the Clairemont area of San Diego called Action Thrift.  It was the size of a grocery store and because

Rainbow Brite was pretty much my best friend in the world as a child. I had her doll, the dolls of her friends, and even her ride–a unicorn with a shiny star on it’s forehead.  My favorite toy out of  all of the Rainbow Brite gang was, bien sur, her friend

Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, whatever you wanna call it, it has ravaged the East Coast like a wayward buccaneer in a tawdry romance novel.  I’m sure all you West Coasters are sipping on margaritas and kicking off your flip-flops and thinking good luck with “that.” While the rest of us seek refuge