NYC is always turning out what’s hot and hunty when it comes to nightlife. The current crop of scene stealers, combatting heteronormativity, are all on display in new book The Fun: The Social Practice of Nightlife in NYC- featuring the royalty of Manhattan nightlife like Susanne Bartsch and Ladyfag; hybrid forms like Xtapussy and FCKNLZ; the continuation of minimal wave and goth communities through Pendu Disco; and the vibrant queer scenes of JUDY, Frankie Sharp, DJ Paisley Dalton and My Chiffon is Wet. Get it now on Amazon! Plus, if you’re in NYC Friday, November 7th, don’t miss The Fun Conference at The Museum of Arts and Design with guest speaker Patricia Field.
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(Pics by Miha “MC” Kavčič)
NYC mega party girl/promoter Susanne Bartsch ended her weekly summer season party On Top (at the Standard Hotel) with a HUGE turnout of NYC’s most stylish gurrrls…including Amanda Lepore, Michael Musto, Ebonee Excell, Leo Gugu, Darian Darling, William Noguchi, Celso Satori and more! Can’t wait til’ next summer! (Pics by Miha “MC” Kavčič)
Look who’s in Next Magazine‘s 2013 Nightlife Hall of Fame: Wowlebrity, producer, and DJ Bill Coleman (second from left), along with g lounge owner Michael McGrail, the lovely and talented Sherry Vine, legendary queen-of-the-night Susanne Bartsch, and the one-and-only Michael Musto. Check out the details here.
WHO: From top, left: Susanne Bartsch and Jeremy Kost, Stella Rose Saint Clair, Michael Musto, MILK Queen, Dingy Disco, Jordan Fox, Rhyan Hamilton, Domonique Echeverria, Jeff Chatterton, Michael Isaacs, William Noguchi, Danielle Mahoney, unnamed party people, and gays in shining polos.
WHAT: Susanne Bartsch’s ON TOP
WHERE: The Standard Hotel, NYC
RECAP: MILK, the prettiest and scariest drag queen in town, screamed “FUCK MEMORIAL DAY! Summer starts with ON TOP!” She’s a seer, that one. So it goes without saying, Susanne Bartch’s take-over of The Standard Hotel’s rooftop lounge and two night clubs (Le Bain and Boom Boom Room), is back and better than ever. I started my night at Le Bain, having a cocktail or six by the frothy jacuzzi while the crowd danced to the beats of DJ Sammy Jo. I worked my way up to the rooftop and soaked in the view while beauty blogger and milliner Stella Rose Saint Clair regaled me with tales of absinthe consumption; party boy and fashion videographer Rhyan Hamilton confessed of his soul connection to Serena van der Woodsen; and Jessica6 choreographer and dancer Georgia Sandford bumped and grinded on me. Then it was off to the ever-elegant Boom Boom Room, where I discussed world domination with Jordan Fox and watched in awe as nightlife costumer Domonique Echeverria writhed on a dune of glitter. Where is Fellini when you need him? I worked my way back Le Bain for another dozen drinks and called it a night, patting myself on the back for managing to keep all my clothes on. On the walk home, two cute gays insisted on accompanying me to ensure my safety, the West Side Highway being a danger zone for an innocent ghoul like me. You can always count on a gay in shining polos to protect you. And so the night ended peacefully, visions of the evening’s warm glamour washing over me as I drifted to off to sleep. Actually, I got the spins. SUMMER! She’s here!
“This restructuring will allow The Voice to continue offering superior content and products to its New York audience” – Jaimen Sfetko, a spokeswoman for the Voice Media Group, on today’s OUTRAGEOUS firing of Michael Musto at The Village Voice. “Superior content” without Musto? Good luck with THAT, assholes. (via The New York Times)
I see a couple wowlebrities made the grade, with
The Shade Madison Hildebrand coming in at #79 and a slightly silver Michael Musto at #43. From the press release: “OUT scoured the country — and even a few foreign locales — and came up with a list of names of the guys that are desirable for their talent, their good looks, their money, and their charm. Vote for who your favorites are and OUT will present the winners next month.” Check out the full gallery of hunks at Out.com. (I would totally do numbers 20, 21, 22, 23, 26, 30, 35, 43, 46, 50, 66, 68, 70, 71, 72, 77, 84 and 85. AT ONCE.)
Looking GORGEOUS! From the article: “‘Everything I dreamed I could achieve I saw reflected in their eyes,’ RuPaul explains via telephone. ‘That was from the moment I met them in 1985. They got me. They didn’t even have to say they got me. I saw it in their eyes, and I trust them. We all come from the school of ‘the rest of the world will catch up.’ The fact the public doesn’t ‘get it’ now, don’t let that stop you. Do it anyway. And they had also just been through some hell with this record contract publishing deal, so I knew what to avoid when dealing with ‘The Man.’ RuPaul represents a quintessential example of how WOW’s Bailey and Barbato — who first met in NYU Graduate Film School, united by a mutual hunger for fame—have not only exalted pop culture and its icons, befriending and documenting them from an insider’s vantage point (e.g. Monica Lewinsky, Anna Nicole Smith, Tammy Faye Bakker), but have shaped it at the same time. Not only that, but with an unabashedly queer bent. ‘They love the eccentrics, the loonies, the colorful people who make the culture fun and slightly dangerous,’ says Michael Musto, a regular guest on Barbato and Bailey’s first outing, the weekly public access cable talk show The Flaunt It Club! TV, taped at storied nightclub, Limelight. ‘TV used to reflect the reality in clubs, but now it’s the reverse. Real life imitates RuPaul’s show, and everyone with a razor and some sequins goes out every night hoping to get discovered to be on it.”
To read the full article here.