Blogging on Meds

Indeed, my forecast was correct. LiRon were on NY’s Lower East Side last night. It was the couple’s first public appearance since Lindsay’s (semi) official de-closeting earlier in the week via Mark Ronson’s girlfriend and Life and Style Magazine. Here are some are pics from the event (Sephora 10 Year Anniversary Party—an orgy of really bad outfits saved by lesbian beauty). People can hate Lohan all they want, but having one of the most visible young actresses on earth acting unashamedly gay is a net positive for America. Homophobia is the lamest concept, especially considering how many of the very same straight men who hate the gays are into anal sex with their wives, and I hope LiRon take this chance in the spotlight to showcase lesbianism as a healthy, normal lifestyle—one that even saves druggy starlets from career suicide.  

172 Norfolk, the haunted house of Richard Price’s Lush Life, hosted LiRon last night…

The Obamafication of LiLo

Sam Ronson is DJing an event at 172 Norfolk tonight. With Mark Ronson’s girlfriend admitting Lohan’s lesbianism the same week the tabloids are calling a spade a spade, could tonight be the first public outing for lesbian couple LiRon?

Nice. Here’s a young actress—gorgeous, almost dead last summer, busted with coke—somehow achieving one the greatest PR coups in history. From the beginning of her party days, everyone predicted the Decline and Fall of Lohan—but the fall was avoided. After the coke bust she laid low. But a few months ago she posed nude for New York Magazine. It shut down the magazine’s website. In the aftermath, she took one indie role and began an amorphous relationship with DJ Sam Ronson. A boy-ish looking rap and rock specialist, Ronson (the sister of Mark, Amy Winehouse’s producer) is like a lesbian Joel Madden. After the NY Mag shoot, some said Lohnan had gone too far. That looks to be untrue, as she is now semi-bullet proof, hater wise.

What can you say? Bad girl, you cleaned up, took up with a woman publicly even though Hollywood has a stigma against gays, refused to appear on your mom’s show “Mom-ager,” and didn’t buy into dad’s weird church? Impressive for a 22-year-old…it’s hard to say anything too negative. Much like Obama, who “did a little blow,” Lohan’s post-blow decisions seem sound. 

So, Inshallah, Lohan will be at this Ronson gig tonight on the Lower East Side. 

Retired Manhattan beauty publicists MacKenzie Lewis and Laura Something recently moved to Seattle. The two are now crusading against grave tipping at local cemeteries. When reached for further comment, Ms Lewis, who has BA in communications from NYU, said, “No comment.”

Here’s the video: (sorry it’s not embeddable)
http://www.king5.com/video/index.html?nvid=264251

UPDATE 1:23PM: Through her publicist, Ms Lewis has released this statement, “You know, when you find that one thing in life you really care about — cemetery vandalization, in my case — everything else just kind of falls into place.”

The text on this 5O record could easily be changed to “Go-Go Boy Gay Party.” Whereas this picture of Mr West at Fashion Week in Paris shows a well dressed guy about to go drink champagne and suck pussy.

There’s a rap war brewing between the “tight clothes”-ers and the baggy set. In short, the baggy crew is saying tight clothes trend is too gay and must be stopped. Here’s some XXL blogger:

Hip-Hop had already been on a creative downswing for more than 10 years now. Certainly, the fact that mofos are walking around wearing purses and tight-ass pants showing off their nuts was a sign that hip-hop had crossed some sort of threshold into complete and utter teh gheyness.

While I love the colorful language above, he’s wrong. Sure, rap’s not in its 94-97 glory days, but “creative downswing” is incorrect. In fact, more rap is being recorded now than ever. The music industry’s shrinking profits have led to more output not less. Producers, hungrier than ever, are taking the sound to new and exciting places—the rise of the South has added so many new soul, funk, and r and b infusions.

Secondly, saying guys who are comfortable enough in their sexuality to where tight clothes are gay forgets just how homo-erotic rappers like, say, 50 Cent are. With their shirts off and glistening muscles, their album covers look like gay club flyers.

Verdict? Clothes don’t make music, people do, and worrying about fashion is a waste of time.

It’s as rare to find a t-shirt design idea that isn’t some re-appropriated/rip-off graphic as it is to find one with a positive political message creatively integrated into a fresh design idea that’s not for nerds.

Our friend Straight Ed’s t-shirt company pulls it off, taking animal silhouettes (like a dog, gorilla and penguin) and rendering them in the same style you’d see the two American political party logos.

The message is simple, we need more party animals. The standard choice of the lesser of two evils (Dems or Republicans) just isn’t enough of a choice. We need more.

The NYT Sunday Style’s checks in with Parisian hebrew Olivier Zahm, founder of Purple Magazine and Purpler Jounal.Zahm is about as cool as Frogs get, though he buys into the commercial downtown NYC street thing a little too much. But he’s excused because of his French origins. Rizzoli just published the Purple Anthology: Art Prose Fashion Sex Music Architecture Sex (ah, le good life). The book is maybe the best single volume of 2000s style.

OLIVIER ZAHM, a founder and the editor of Purple magazine.
WHAT I’M WEARING NOW An Yves Saint Laurent leather jacket and ostrich boots, American Apparel jeans and a vintage Christian Dior shirt. I buy a lot of these T-shirts from Eleven on Elizabeth Street. They feel sweet against the skin. My watch is a Seiko from the ’80s. It looks like a gold Rolex, which I can’t afford yet. The glasses are Ray-Ban. I have five pairs, all in different shades of amber. I love amber. It’s a beautiful color for men. The only perfume I wear is because of its amber color — Azzaro, which is an old cheap cologne for workers.

STYLE CREDO To me, the best time for men was in the ’70s. I would love to look like Polanski or Jack Nicholson back then, the way they wore their jeans with just a shirt, a good watch, glasses and a nice white jacket. It was simple, but really sexy. At the beginning of this decade all the men got very glamorous. They started buying a lot of clothes. Me, I don’t like it. When you notice clothing on a man, I find it suspicious.

I’ve long said that a man should never distract from the woman he’s with. A man’s job is to make a woman’s style shine. Timeless not trends define good male style. Zahm, you rule!

Exclusive gossip via Social Puke

Which tattooed and glasses wearing Brooklynite (also the first man ever to sell Yankees Suck t-shirts and part-time Euro tour 2000 vocalist) saw Kirstin Dunst in a green dress, “celebrating being rehabbed” with a cigarette and cocktail in hand, dancing up a storm to the ”usual Beatrice Inn rock mix” at 4am on Saturday? And did he or did he not hit on her?

We told you earlier about Kate Moss’s hissyfit at MILK studios during an Agent Provocateur party—according to Page Six, she left because they wouldn’t let her bring three friends into the bathroom, citing a “strict one-person-at-a-time policy.” (So basically they suggested she was a cokehead!) But Ray LeMoine, a blogger was at the affair (which happened in early May) says this is bullshit: “the bathrooms at MILK were big multi-stall affairs, and plenty of sniffing was audible from the men’s pisser. There wasn’t an attendant or anything.” Also?

MILK also has a basement party room where Moss’ old hook-up Jamie Burke’s band Bloody Social (who were also at the party) practice, so I’m sure the coke party could have moved down there. Also, I’m sure MILK owner Madzac Rassi knows Kate Moss and would’ve accommodated her. Most likely, Kate left the party because it wasn’t that great.

More importantly, why did a month-old party take so long to make it into Page Six? [Photo: Medicine Agency]

Much thanks to Gawker for picking up my post about Page Six breaking a month-old, bogus sounding Kate Moss story. And really, what’s better than Kate Moss, Page 6, and Gawker?

Kate Moss has been a constant in my life since 97, freshman year of college, when she was on the walls of every Joy Division-loving art school/liberal arts chick in Boston. By far the coolest woman of our time, Kate Moss refuses to stop dressing amazingly, dating funny people, acting awesome, going topless in Ibiza, sniffing blow with a dude from The Clash on video, and causing other mini-controversies.

Upon hearing Moss was hosting the Agent Provocateur lingerie party on the roof of MILK Studios back in May, I of course went. Jim Jones was there with Damon Dash; over 500 people drank free booze on a rooftop overlooking the Meatpacking District. Thankfully, no Lauren Conrad/Gossip Girl-level celebs were there. Rather, in attendance were a lot of regular old New Yorker—people who go to cheap Indian restaurants in the East Village for dinner or email one another about sample sales. Hardly the fabulous-life set. After all, Agent P is owned by Vivienne Westwood’s son and maintains a punk style. (Despite the above Gawker headline, I didn’t find the party lame at all. It just wasn’t VF’s post-Oscar jam, or anything crazy great.)

A month later, Page 6 runs this story about Moss wanting to go into the bathroom with three friends and being denied. P6 says she threw a fit and alluded to her being a coke head. I’m all for Kate Moss’ coke use, but this tale seemed a little out of whack.

MILK is a photography studio, one especially known for high-profile fashion shoots. The world of fashion photography is no stranger to cocaine. To think the world’s foremost fashion model would have to make a scene at a place literally designed to accommodate her is highly unlikely.

Last year I interviewed MILK’s owner Madzac Rassi for a story I was writing, finding him funny, accessible, and intelligent. Further reporting proved he had an excellent professional reputation. Surely Rassi would be smart enough to make sure Kate f–king Moss, supermodel of supermodels, had a point-person from MILK on hand at an event she was hosting. Coupled with the fact that several people I attended the event with had dealings with the party’s sponsor, and none heard of any Moss antics, the whole “Kate waited 20 minutes angry before leaving” thing seemed dubious. Even Moss isn’t crazy enough to cause a scene at her own event. And if she was, the story would’ve probably came out a month ago, when the party happened.

Anyway, this P6 piece just seemed like a weird window into gossip reporting. P6’s use of the phrase “the other day” would likely have readers thinking it occured more recently than 32 days ago. And they spoke of MILK’s “one in the bathroom” policy. But, as a person who attends these events with an eye for debauched details, the bathroom scene is something I always scope out. MILK’s men’s room was located next to a stairwell. It was like a school lavatory, tan-tiled and functional, with urinals and stalls. A MILK guard stood outside by the stairwell. Two gay guys were certainly doing cocaine when I was in there.

Now, I love Page 6—there’s no single more influential or entertaining news column—but here is a case where you wonder who the “spy” was and why/how this “story” came to light so late. So I wrote what I saw and thought.

Thankfully, there is an institution dedicated to probing media’s murkiest zonas. Gawker, for all it’s sarcasm, is a vital news source that has helped bring transparency to an industry known for “anonymous sources.” Gawker has a reputation for being harsh, unfair, and using questionable journalistic ethics. Yet over the past few months they’ve ran three posts from Med A and, in each case, Gawker were actually more professional and accomadating than they had to be. Sometimes you’ll read on Gawker “we don’t use fact checkers” but with us they have fact checked. And they’ve been open to dialouge like traditional news editors. All of this came as a surprise given the soiled reputation Gawker has. It goes to show that by attacking the media, Gawker’s been the subject of unfairly biased coverage.

Unlike the rest of all male (and some female) sports announcers, newscasters, meteorologists, etc. who dress in standard shirt-tie-coat combination of some sorts, TNT / TBS sideline reporter for the NBA, Craig Sager needs some recognition for his outright loud and obnoxious apparel. I fully embrace his clothes, no matter how many times he gets clowned by the likes of Kevin Garnett and Reggie Miller. Cheers to you Craigers. Unfortunately I can’t find a good photo of Craig with his sometimes flat-out shocking gear on, but if you’ve ever seen playoff basketball, you know exactly who I’m talking about.

Baron’s clowning on Craig! HA. This is funny…

p.s. Totally odd side note bit of news about Craig Sager. What many people (actually just Baseball fans our parent’s age, maybe even grandparent’s age) do not know about Craig Sager is that he is the fan who was waiting for Hank Aaron at home plate after Aaron hit his 715th home run.  Craig can be easily recognized in the fracas at home plate after the home run because of his long white overcoat that he was wearing.

So I’m staring at a pair of shiny, perfectly cut, black silk panties and realize that word—”panties”—makes me want to puke. Trying to find a better way to describe these “underwear/panties,” I realize there isn’t one. The underwear (another totally unsexy word) in question falls short of being lingerie (upscale sexy word) and is not a thong (sleazy fuck-y word). What to do!

Working in the beauty industry, I thought I’d seen it all: nipple balm, pube dye, luxury dog perfume.

But today I learned I ain’t seen nothing yet. A few minutes ago, this press release came across my desk:

The New Purse Essential

You know the scene… it’s Friday night and you’re at a swanky new lounge with
friends. A couple drinks in, you need to visit the loo (that Thai takeout
you had for lunch is starting to kick) - only to find that it’s a unisex
situation. Luckily you have Poo~Pourri, so the young Brad Pitt look-a-like
in line behind you will never know…

Poo~Pourri is the “Before-You-Go” bathroom spray made with all-natural
essential oils formulated to prevent, rather than mask, embarrassing odors.
Simply spray 4-6 sprays onto the surface of the water, literally creating an
odor barrier film that traps and blocks unpleasant smells. Once flushed, the
odor neutralizing formula is released into the air, filling the bathroom
with a clean, fresh scent! Comes in original Poo~Pourri (a lemony scent),
No. 2 (a fruity floral), and Royal Flush (a masculine scent with eucalyptus
and spearmint). Ideal for work, travel, home, anywhere!

www.poopourri.net $9.95 - $16.95

So ladies, now when we’re done flavoring our nipples and bleaching our crotches, we also get to clean the toilet bowl at the local dive bar. See y’all at Max Fish!

Kate Moss Agent Provocateur campaign

Maybe there was another Agent P party, though I doubt it since I know people who do publicity for them, but I was at this party where Kate Moss reportedly left because she couldn’t sniff in the bathrooms at MILK. It was in like early May, and I posted about it!? If I remember correctly, the bathrooms at MILK were big multi-stall affairs, and plenty of sniffing was audible from the men’s pisser. There wasn’t an attendant or anything.

Why is this just leaking today?

June 9, 2008 — ALWAYS the rebel, supermodel Kate Moss was pitching a fit about the bathroom occupancy rules at Milk Studios the other day. “Kate was at the Agent Provocateur event,” said our spy, “and she was trying to get into the bathroom with three friends.” An attendant told the model - who was once caught on video snorting cocaine - there was a strict one person at a time policy. Moss flipped out, saying “But I’m hosting the event,” according to the source. “Kate said, ‘forget it’ and walked away. Twenty minutes later she left with her group, yelling about finding another place.”

Sounds like bullshit to me. MILK also has a basement party room where Moss’ old hook-up Jamie Burke’s band Bloody Social (who were also at the party) practice, so I’m sure the coke party could have moved down there. Also, I’m sure MILK owner Madzac Rassi knows Kate Moss and would’ve accomadated her. Most likely, Kate left the party beacuse it wasn’t that great. I mean, I was there so how good could it have possibly been! This low-blow (pardon the pun) example of seemingly shoddy, month-old gossip reporting is uber-flag raising.

UPDATE: Read more from Ray on this subject.

This kid looks stoked:

Maybe its because he’s 8 years old, works long hours in the Saharan heat, barely eats and he doesn’t even have to go to school…sounds like a kids dream! The Guardian has a good story today on child labor in Egypt; specifically the ones who work in cotton fields to keep production up for “high thread count Egyptian cotton.”

Nice:

Walking across the cotton farmers’ pathetic patch of land we find half a dozen children crawling on their knees through the undergrowth, like field mice. It is early in the growing season and their vital role is to remove tiny insects and worms that threaten the cotton plants. Standing waist-high in the cotton of an adjacent field, Ahmed Khaled casts nervous glances back towards his foreman. At 10 years old he is a ‘veteran’ of the fields. His day begins at 6am harvesting onions, a reliable year-round crop; the hardest part of the day comes when he enters the cotton fields, by 8am. ‘We work up to eight hours a day,’ he says. ‘This is the hardest time, keeping the cotton safe when the sun is at its hottest. The harvest is easier – the hours are hard but the weather is cooler.’ The youngster shows me his calloused hands, the dirt ingrained in his palm. ‘I cannot read or write,’ Ahmed says. ‘We go to school when we can, but we cannot afford to. School is for rich children.’

HEY, stay out of our biznaz! We had the haterade market cornered in 1999…

Blasphemous Undefeated x Lamar Odom tees for you non-Bostonians, much pricer than the sweet ink variety sold by my comrades on the mean streets of beantown but I guess some of the profit goes to Lamar Odom’s charity foundation, Cathy’s Kids.

We’ll see who sucks this time… the TRUTH

Yves Saint-Laurent, one of the greatest couture designers in the world, has died today at the age of 71. Born in French Algeria, Saint Laurent began his career alongside Christian Dior at the young age of 17. After the untimely death of Dior in 1957, Saint Laurent took over the fashion house at the age of 22. Unheard of in any industry, both then and now. From then, the sky was the limit. He has been an unstoppable force in fashion and solely responsible for countless trends and classic looks sense.

Remember beatniks? The whole cig and beret thing? He did that. Remember the first time anyone had seen a black model go down a major runway? His show. The first women to be thrown out of fancy restaurants and hotels for wearing pant suits in the sixties and seventies were wearing HIS pants.
He was a legend in his own right, and a hero to me.
His vision and raw talent was unparalleled and he will be missed.

I’m all for derogatory sports slogans, but “Beat LA” doesn’t cut it. That’s the NBA and media-safe version of “Lakers Suck, Kobe Swallows and Sperm Swaps GasSHolE who then Snowballs Odom.”

As a Boston Celtics fan, I’m calling on all my fellow asshole sports fans to boycott “Beat LA” in favor of something more offensive. Unlike LA, who had a three-peat with Shaq earlier this decade, this is our first trip to the finals in two decades. Or, fuck these fake-ass LA fans who go to games in sunglasses to stare at the “famous.” Entourage sucks.

As the old punk album states, This is Boston Not LA. In Boston people are cynical assholes. Life sucks. We shiver through winter and sweat through summer. We have two things going for us: sports and the Kennedys (and now Teddy’s on his deathbed). We don’t wear purple, ever. In fact, if you wear purple to a bar in Boston you will get your ass kicked—and not because you’re a Lakers fan but because purple is, in Boston speak, “foahr faaags.” Boston fans are racist, sexist, and any other “ist.” So act like it—don’t just chant “Beat LA.”

I’m in a rush, but let’s throw a few anti-Lakers slogans out there. How about “Rape Kobe” or “Kobe=Rapist”? Remember, this year’s NBA MVP was accused of rape in Colorado a few years ago. Let’s not let him forget it, ok? Another good target is Phil Jackson. He’s a new age dickhead. We hate him his Zen pussy shit…

I’ve ended some awesome nights at various locations of the Beauty Bar. A couple weeks ago I went to see our close friend Rama, launch the Beauty Bar clothing line at Azalea in SF. I met the owner of the bar, Paul Devitt, and got a hint of their plans for the future. Take notice, they’ve got some great stuff in the works. (Including a possible Medicine Agency event soon)

THE BEAUTY BAR COLLECTION is in stores & on-line now at beautybar.com

This groundbreaking collection launching with men’s and women’s tops, features six hot young designers showcasing their unique interpretation of the iconic Beauty Bar Logo. This is the first of a clothing collection collaboration between fashion designers & a cocktail lounge. Season Two will feature sunglasses, jewelry & much more.

The first season’s collaborations are with:
CTRL (Helsinki, Finland)
FREE GOLD WATCH (San Francisco)
BRAINS ON FIRE (New York, NY)
SEARCH + RESQ (Los Angeles)
HEEBEEGEEBEE (Grand Rapids, MI.)
SPRFKR (Los Angeles, CA)

The collection is now available exclusively at the following select boutiques:
SHQ SugarHead Quarters (NYC)
Barracuda (Los Angeles)
Azalea Boutique (San Francisco)
Neighbourhood (San Diego)
Goodie Two Shoes (Austin, TX)
Lot 9 (Las Vegas)

Visit the online store here.  

So the blogmosphere is really bummed about this. Formerly faux-hawked super hunk Jude Law had the audacity to make out with a chick when he was wasted and because she’s not a “hottie” by the standards of gay men and fat women St.Jude is under fire here and here and other places where people who don’t get laid bitch about people who get laid.

Poor Kimberly Stewart. Her only real crime is not having an ass and being known as a Hollywood skank which could be major selling points depending on what you’re after. I’m not really sure what it says about the world when Jude Law is championed as “handsome” other than the fact that the world is a giant pussy run by pussies who praise men with feminine features and no scruples. And yes that was my roman nose and Michael Impirioli-esque profile talking.

The Nazis would have never been defeated if manicured eyebrows, man-purses and moisturizers replaced toy soldiers, baseball bats and slingshots. Even the highest paid baseball player in the universe (Yankee Universe too!) has a fully waxed face and frosted tips. The flip side of the coin is some bullshit Maxim Hot 100 list of 100 women that look exactly the same in the same fucking boring way.

Kimbo, I love you. You’re not even that busted and you’re doing a great job pissing off every Cosmo drinking pile of shit who has the ultimate Girls’ Night Out planned for the release of SATC.

Eric Snyder’s photos led the Getty Imges Pavillion this weekend at the New York Photo Festival. Here’s some of his work. Snyder, 28, is from Southern New Jersey and lives in New York.

I’m not even going to comment on this:

Building on its long history of supporting the arts, today Gap introduced Artist Editions T-Shirts, a limited edition collection of t-shirts designed by 13 of today’s most influential contemporary artists, including Chuck Close, Jeff Koons, Marilyn Minter, Kiki Smith, Cai Guo-Qiang, Barbara Kruger, Ashley Bickerton, Kenny Scharf, Glenn Ligon, Rirkrit Tiravanija, Kerry James Marshall, Hanna Liden and Sarah Sze.

Gap worked in close partnership with the Whitney Museum of American Art and Art Production Fund to create the collection with the 13 artists, who are all previous Whitney Biennial participants. The Whitney Biennial is a special exhibition held every two years at the Whitney Museum of American Art that features the most important contemporary art in the United States. Gap is a proud sponsor of the 2008 Whitney Biennial.

The limited edition collection is available exclusively at select Gap stores in the U.S., Canada, the U.K. and franchise markets, as well as online in the U.S. at gap.com. It’s also available at the Whitney Museum of American Art, the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago, the Museum of Contemporary Art Los Angeles, the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis and at Colette, a Paris-based boutique. The t-shirts range in price from $28 to $38.