Today marks the beginning of the long, sad farewell to Spring ’10 Fashion Week.  The white tents slowly collapse, the incessant New York Magazine Fashion Updates finally cease and a dehydrated and caffeine-addled Rachel Zoe flies back to Los Angeles and her hyperbaric chamber in which she will sleep until

While I wish I had time to write something snarky about being high, eating tacos and looking at art, I don’t.  So I just have to cut and paste.  Sorry I gotta go to work.  Please enjoy my cutting and pasting skills: High Line Art will debut this Thursday with Specials,

I know the summer isn’t technically over until September 22, but I’m going to go ahead and draw a line in the sand here and now.  THE BUCK STOPS HERE, as that racist bastard Harry Truman would say.  In fact, these words were carved on a sign he had in

If you’re looking for FREE malt liquor and music, Williamsburg and Greenpoint are delivering on Thursday night. Colt 45 x Vice x Wowch Party The designs on Wowch shirts look like the love children of truck stop gas station figurines getting it on–and I mean this is the most awesome

Grace McLean has a voice that could launch a thousand ships filled with history’s greatest jazz musicians.  Perched on the precarious edge of ‘œabout to make it big,’ Grace is still a broke-ass like us and tickets are still cheap.  This Wednesday night, you can see her at Joe’s Pub

As you may noticed, I like food, a lot. I like reading about it, writing about it, looking at pretty pictures of it, and of course eating it.  So when I found a FREE monthly magazine that covers all these things, I cried a little into my bowl of chili.

As a Broke-Ass who,  as my father has often put it, has “champagne taste on a beer budget” it has often been my belief that some cosmic error was made which placed this young woman in the financial situation that was meant to be mine, and placed me in one