If you actually follow the website and do some things we write about, today should give a clear impression on the trajectory of your life.   Don’t worry, our analytic software can’t read your decision. We’re working on it, but just can’t seem to get the the cd out of its

Starting May 1st (TODAY, people!), and closing May 28th, Refinery 29 is setting up a Pop-Up Shop (aka a campaign called Save Fashion) at the, errr,  Port Authority Bus Terminal.  Though the aim is obviously to stimulate buying fashion within the financial crisis, the official word is that it is

Gama-Go, one of the awesome local brands that we should be proud of in SF, is finally opening their own flagship storefront. You have probably seen their fashions at Giant Robot, Kinokuniya and other boutiques around the city. They’re usually infested with cartoon Yeti’s, smoking birds and owls ‘” and

It’s hot out, y’all, and beautiful.  On the streets of NYC folks are shedding layers like snakes on a rock, caterpillars emerging from their cocoons into  butterflies, or beefy, red-faced roadies peeling off their flannel outer layers to reveal the sweaty, fetid Queensryche shirt beneath.  It’s time to show those

Her music is weird and her style is weirder. It’s official: I have a total gay crush on Natasha Khan from Bat for Lashes. Not a half-assed ‘girl crush” where I wish she was my BFF or something, but a fully sexual, gay crush. I would get with Natasha Khan

As promised a few weeks back, I did finally fight the fear and I headed over to TopsShop last week to check things out. The store itself is terrifying, with multiple levels, flashing lights, loud music and a sea of Long Island-looking girls dragging their bored, glassy-eyed boyfriends around by

The HANG Art Annex is throwing a party on Saturday where you can watch art being made live, while drinking FREE beer.  Also, all the art created that day will be sold for $50 per piece.  That way those of you who still haven’t decorated your room yet after living

In college I had some seriously embarrassing posters on my wall.  One of those “My Goodness, My Guinness!” vintage beer ads (ha ha, get it? Sometimes I get drunk!) a corny, fake-introspective Van Gogh interior and some horrifically lame William Bouguereau abomination with frolicking cherubs so feminine it practically had