Tonight: Asteroids Galaxy Tour @ Rose Bar

Are you in the mood for some nutty Danish pop music performed in a louche New York lounge? Stupid question! Of course you are. Made famous by Amy Winhouse and an Apple commercial, The Asteroids Galaxy Tour have an album dropping tomorrow. But tonight they’re doing two shows at Rose Bar.

The gigs go down at 7pm and 10pm with doors opening an hour beforehand, but you already knew that because you already RSVPed to your exclusive invitation. Maybe you can talk your way in by showing a little leg or a lot of green, your choice. Meanwhile here’s their most recent cosmic video for your pre-game enjoyment.

Hotel ‘Hood: A Snapshot of Gramercy Park Hotel

A simple postage stamp-size photo of a hotel room cannot possibly forecast the sort of experience you’ll actually have there. What sorts of treasures, sights, and smells lie within and around the hotel? It’s about the neighborhood. The food. The lighting. And in the case of the Gramercy Park Hotel, the people and the wonderful, old world opulence and glamor represented in its every detail. From the velvet curtains and the outsize art in its massive hall, to its historical block and landscaped grounds, here’s a snapshot of Gramercy Park’s finest offerings.

image The Neighborhood The block Gramercy Park Hotel is situated on is quiet and tree-lined. It’s mostly residential, and features guest access to the private park just outside its door. image Eating and Drinking Inside the hotel you have Maialino, Rose Bar, and a lovely rooftop and garden bar.

Nightlife and Dining Nearby Rose Bar & Jade Bar at the Gramercy Park Hotel Maialino Novita BLT Prime SPiN New York Ciano Pete’s Tavern Pure Food and Wine Choshi Sushi Friend of a Farmer

(Photos by City Sage, Fudd and Weblicist.)

My Fashion Week: Getting Lucky, Striking Out

Fashion Week is so jam-packed with things to do that it’s impossible to do them all. I went through my Droid apps again and still couldn’t find that Star Trek “Beam Me to the Hudson Hotel, Scottie” app. I never made it. Maybe the new iPhone will have it. The soiree that I had to go to featured DJ Cassidy and ?uestlove, and was “powered,” they said, by Jonny “the Lover” Lennon—and I missed it. And it wasn’t because I was where I was also supposed to be (the Grey Magazine event at Rose Bar), because I missed that as well.

I was invited by Brantly Martin, who is friends to so many of the best people, having toiled in the club world before his talents, brains, balls, and enthusiasms made him useless. I easily would have been the ugliest cuss at this shin-dig, as Brantly attracts real talent. Pillage, his 2009 book, chronicled the NYC club scene in all it’s glory, and of course, debauchery and destruction. Although he changed the names of the guilty parties who attended all the right parties, he made a great deal of enemies. For the first time ever, his accurate descriptions of the lowlifes so often involved in the bottle/model phenomena hit too close to home. My mom, the philosopher, continuously offered: “You can’t make an omelet with out breaking a few eggs.” For a while, NYC nightlife was awash with omelets, courtesy of my friend Brantly.

Alas, I wasn’t there to be butt-fugly and ancient in a sea of the beautiful, young, and restless. My Droid let me down there too, as I failed to heed the obnoxious squeaking of my alarm app. Yep, I slept through Tuesday night. I went to sleep at 7am Valentine’s Night. You see, on Monday I won three times at Bingo, including the cash jackpot—which I had on 2 cards. I had never won anything before. When I told mom she philosophized: “Unlucky in Bingo, lucky in love!” She chuckled about that for hours. Hosts Murray Hill and Linda Simpson said they never saw anything like it, and if there’s anything I know, I know those two have seen a bunch. The great/late bank robber and philosopher Willie Sutton once offered that a man should place a bet every day, as he could be walking around lucky and not even know it. I decided to try my luck at other things Monday night and, well,Tuesday became a lost cause. I’m allowed, I’m of legal age—for awhile now. I must have received 500 more invites to unbelievably wonderful, “once in a lifetime” events than my usual 1,000-plus invites a week. Some came in little boxes, others unfolded to become giant posters. Most were mass texts or emails screaming their uniqueness and fabulousness. There were fancy ones that smelled like the first floor of Macy’s, and about a hundred nice black paper ones with “fashion-y” fonts. I guess those were meant to proclaim serious importance. With my day job, the puppies, the cat, and the girlfriend, I missed all but a few, and all of the serious, important ones. The worst invite was the one for tonight’s party at the Chelsea Room. It must have seemed clever to those involved, or maybe it was simply a desperate attempt to put out something—anything—because they didn’t really have anything real to invite people to. It read:

Theme of the night: F*** fashion! Let’s just have fun!!!? Come and join us! Non Fashion drinks. Non Fashion looks. Non fashion attitude. Only beautiful, interesting and creative people. Nice atmosphere and lots of fun! You’re welcome to go crazy with your outfit and follow the theme!

Expect: Abstract and fun entertainment= photos, models—style, hair and MUA, music, Fashion TV, and few other fun media will be attending too.

Door Policy: You have to mention one of us or the event at the door!

Hope to see you there! Cheers, Eleonora & Anastasia

My mother/philosopher, who I think dated Willie Sutton for the 30 minutes of his life that he wasn’t in jail, once said: “If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything.” I think Eleonora — who I adore — and Anastasia should have rethought this. Maybe my mom would have told me not to say anything about this, but it’s early in the day and I’m hankering for an omelet.

Tonight I will absolutely attend, even if I have to guzzle a couple of those 5 hour energy drinks, the opening of Southern Hospitality. It is the second branch of this brand, and is located at 645 9th Avenue on the corner of 45th street. Its 5,000 square feet of good food, drinks, and solid people. Mine and everyone else’s friend in the industry, Eytan Sugarman, is behind this venture. Eytan was behind Suede back in the day, which, after all the huffing and puffing and posturing and posing is done, might just rank as one of the most fun joints of all time. The industry will turn out to support as Eytan has always been there for all. The lounge upstairs is the place to be. Roy Nachum (1OAK) designed the space. Quoting Eytan, Roy took “all our original accents of distressed wood, brick and stainless steel, and created a masterpiece. He truly captured the essence of what Justin, Trace (Ayala), and I envisioned when we created this brand together. I must say, I’m so proud of what we’ve created here, and really cant wait to share it with you.” The Justin mentioned is indeed “that Justin.”

NYC: The Best Bars to Entertain Holiday Visitors

The holiday season means higher-than-usual tourist density in New York City, and naturally, that spike in traffic is due in no small part to your own eager friends and family, who descend on the city for an authentic, fairy-lighted experience of the Big Apple in winter. But after a day at Macy’s, an evening at Rockefeller Center, and a dinner somewhere “New York-y,” as per their request, where do you, their trusty tour guide by default, take them for a night on the town? Here are a few crowd-pleasers that will still earn you some street cred, whether that crowd involves your boyfriend’s distant Uncle Larry, Mom and Dad, long-lost friends who’ve emerged from the woodwork, hard-to-impress rubberneckers, or your old high school mates. A comprehensive list of the best yuletide boîtes to celebrate the new year – and the best of NYC.

Bars with Games Good For: Who doesn’t like to indulge in the nostalgia of old-school games, especially this time of year? Whether you’re with a raucous bunch of old friends, have a score to settle with your Mom over ping pong, or need to take the focus off a conversation with relatives you barely know, these bars offer distractions and can make for a festive time. Bar 675: Basement rec room goes for casual chic with Jenga, cards, and board games. Earn extra points from sceney friends, who will be thrilled to tell the folks back home that they hung out in the Meatpacking. The Diamond: Brooklyn bound? Beer makes shuffleboard so much more fun at this Greenpoint joint. SPiN: Table tennis for mom, and the fact that it’s owned by Susan Sarandon will appease cousin Name Drop as well. Barcade: Are your friends from the Midwest looking for “authentic Brooklyn?” Watch their wide-eyed wonder as they take in skinny-jean gangs playing thumb-cramping faves like Frogger and Tetris for an authentic 25¢ a pop. Ace Bar: Skee-Ball bar pleases the kiddies and anyone else who likes bare-bones décor sprinkled with bits of pop-trinket nostalgia from your childhood. V Bar: Siding with the gaming snobs of the world, this spot is best for your Princeton-alum brother (who happens to be a chess genius). Café and wine bar stocked with NYU grad students, chess and Scrabble battles, and a nice selection of beer and wine.

Next: Cozy Fireplaces

Cozy Fireplaces Good For: Catch up time with people who came to really enjoy holiday spirit in the city. Rose Bar: Have friends or family more interested in being around artists than actual art? For example: I once took someone here who fawned over what he thought was a Warhol (he read about it in a city guide) loud enough so that he was sure Neve Campbell, seated a table away, could hear. It was a Haring. Rubber-necking friends aside, the velvety banquettes and giant fireplace are a cozy departure from the winter weather courtesy of Ian Schrager and Julian Schnabel. The Lobby Bar at the Bowery Hotel: Wood paneling, stuffed animal trophies, and twin oils of hunting hounds give off an English-manor-library vibe. Can be a headache to get a good spot, which are usually reserved for “hotel guests,” monied travelers, and pretty hipsters. Try eating at Gemma first and brown nose your server for a spot by the fireplace. The Back Room: Semi-secret spot for those wishing it was still Prohibition. They’ll get a kick out of drinking their $11 cocktail from a mug. Employees Only: High-class weirdness, with a gypsy psychic at the door and stellar mixologists to determine your fate. The smell of the fireplace and the sight of all the handle bar mustaches will really transport your visitors. Highlands: Décor is pub-meets-hunter’s-lodge, with stuffed deer on brick walls and salvaged woods. Cozy, and it exacerbates that whole “New York Melting Pot” idea. Savoy: A townhouse in the middle of Soho with a fireplace as the festive cherry on top. Shoolbred’s: Scottish pub parlor warmed by actual fireplace. Ten brews on tap. Scotch, natch. It’s Highlands for the East Side set, with a low key (NYU students) crowd.

Next: The Oldest Bars in New York

The Oldest Bars in New York Good For: Skip these precious spots if you’re with a crew that couldn’t care less about anywhere that doesn’t have a VIP list. Otherwise, impress friends and family with the storied, often quirky backgrounds of some of New York’s oldest watering holes. Bridge Café: Opened in 1794, old but not musty. Looks like the site of a nautical murder mystery and is rumored to be haunted by ghosts of sailors and whores, like your parents’ bedroom. Ear Inn: Classic New York-on-the-waterfront feel, minus Marlon Brando, but with plenty of coulda-been contenders. I’ve seen a Soprano in here. McSorley’s: Born in 1854, and perhaps the most renown bar amongst the younger members of the Historical Society, this beer-chugging joint sees tanked fratboys, the cirrhosis crowd, and, after a court order, a few ladies (in other words: no women were allowed until 1970). Sawdusted floors, dust-encrusted wishbones, and loads of cats make this a very special place, indeed. Delmonico’s: Quenching your bloodthirst since ’37 -1837, that is – your parents will appreciate the air of refinement this joint still exudes, not to mention the supposed hauntings. Mahogany wood dining room with glowing chandeliers is the ideal noir-glam setting for steakhouse staples and a bustling bar separate from the dining room.

Next: Mixology Bars

Mixology Bars Good For: The mixology trend is widely known across all towns and townships, so let your slightly underage cousin Timmy learn firsthand just how delightful muddling, zesting, and spicing can be. Just about anyone who doesn’t limit themselves to wine coolers will appreciate the craftsmanship and ambiance. Apotheke: For those who want the back alley as much as they want the absinthe, welcome to Albert Trumer’s quirky school of cocktail science – this former opium den has been transformed into a medieval apothecary by the Austrian mixologist. Bonus: it’s in Chinatown. The interior is antique-sexy, with warm lighting and super-friendly bartenders. PDT: Oh, this is good. Through a hot dog joint you’ll go, and then through a phone booth, where you’ll have to say some secret something-or-other (though they’ve grown lenient in their older age) before you take your dumbfounded guests back to a room with a diagonal slat ceiling, de rigueur taxidermy, and a glowing bar. Note: Make a reservation earlier to get a good seat and smooth entry. Little Branch: By far the most talked-about speakeasy, this West Village spot boasts no signage unless you count the line out the door during peak hours. Retro cocktails served with cool swizzle sticks by tall drinks of water. Go on the early side of a Sunday night to chat up the mixologists and catch some jazz. Mayahuel: The cocktail connoisseurs at Death & Co. built an agave altar. Intimate confessionals, stained glass, and communal pews evoke a Mexican mission. All tequila, all the time, with all the bells and whistles to render previous tequila blow-outs null and void. Death & Co: Dark and polished, this cocktail den packs in a lively crowd. Bartenders in suspenders and vests serve up expert cocktails, and clearly love what they do (they don’t take of their vests when they get home). Great spot for just about anyone who can appreciate such a scene. Cienfuegos: Cuban rum bar from Mayahuel/Death & Co vet seduces with pink couches and sugarcane.

Next: Impressive Hotel Bars

Impressive Hotel Bars Good For: If your guests really “wanna see stuff,” like mine usually do, guiding them to impressively-designed hotel bars around NYC—usually the crown jewels of the hotels themselves—will go over well. Here are a few that leave a lasting impression. Bemelmans Bar: It’s classic New Yawk! Located inside the Carlyle, this timeless upscale New York City bar near Central Park draws bold-faced names, many of whom your out-of-towners could care less about. They will enjoy the classic cocktails and gilded ambiance. Hudson Bar at Hudson Hotel: If your guests approach things like rock music, sushi, and democrats with trepidation, this bar on acid may not be the place for them. Shrek-green lights illuminate the escalator, there’s a chandelier the size of a Volkswagen, the floors glow, the chairs seem to float—except for the tree stumps—and the whole thing makes you feel like you’re living in 2001: A Space Odyssey. It’s that cool. The Waldorf Astoria: Ah, the sprawling impressiveness of the Waldorf – the stuff salads are named after! Three bars, four restaurants, and Jazz Age overindulgence. A certain spirit abides, especially during the holidays. Jane Hotel and Ballroom: This place is for your visiting sorority sisters – leave the parents at home. Dual bar spaces decked out with Edwardian charm, as befits the hotel’s 1908 origins. Posh couches, leafy palms, tortoise shell ceilings, and an ancient disco bar all made better by the creatively-dressed PYTs. Plunge Rooftop Bar + Lounge at the Gansevoort Park: This hotel bar sort of looks like the New York in the Sex and the City movies. It’s slick and arty, with shinning angles and scrumptious views of the Empire State Building. Stoke your vertigo with windows in the terrace floors that look straight down on distant midtown traffic. Your guests will feel so very modern. The Standard Hotel: So this is the place with all the naked people? Depending who you’re with, I’d say a stroll around the grounds with a stop at the bar in the hotel’s Standard Grill will be enough. Unless you’ve got some young model/socialite family members, why waste family time on rubbernecking at Boom Boom? The Ace Hotel: It has a curious cheeky quality to it without being a tourist magnet. The Lobby Bar is reminiscent of an all-American library, with Ivy League reading-room tables, a bar serving up Old Fashioneds and the cult favorite Porkslap Pale Ale, a vintage-style photobooth, and a massive, tattered American flag on the wall. Bring people—not sheeple.

Next: Editor’s Picks

Editor’s Picks Our editors are often tasked with selecting the perfect place for their cousin Sarah’s college roommate’s mother, who’s coming to the city for the first time. Here’s where they like to bring their special holiday guests this time of year. Chris Mohney: Pegu Club. Great place to take any out-of-towner who likes a good drink. Still some of the finest cocktails in the city, and now that it’s been around a while, almost always chill enough to easily find a spot without worrying about crowds. Ben Barna: Fatty Cue. It’s good for anyone, really. Except maybe vegetarians. It’s got the kind of vibe you can only find in Brooklyn, and the kind of unique cuisine you’ll only find in New York. Also, it’s a restaurant meant for sharing, so that’s fun. And the drinks are as good as the food. I’d like to just bring my bros, but it’s expensive, so I take my parents as well. Megan Conway: The Good Fork in Red Hook. I’d like to take my parents to visit this historic, less-trodden waterfront neighborhood. This cozy restaurant offers inspired grub in one of the more unique pockets of the city. Nadeska Alexis: The Dove. It’s a well rounded place that’s chill enough for friends, and I’ve been there with adults and have not been embarrassed. Fun cocktails too. Victor Ozols: Rudy’s. It’s a really lasting, authentic experience that stays with someone. Cayte Grieve: Oyster Bar at Grand Central. For New York newbies and friends and family who haven’t spent a lot of time in the city, the Oyster Bar is one of those bars-slash-attractions that sort of kills two birds with one stone. Grand Central? Check. Getting Grandma drunk? Check. All done with old-style glamour.

Next: Around Rockefeller

Around Rockefeller Good For: Sometimes you just gotta give the people what they want: A Disney-fied version of the most wonderfully commercial time of the year! While your skating, shopping, and taking photos around The Tree, you might as well ease your sensory-overloaded nerves with some family vodka time. Rock Center Café: Tourist magnet, priced accordingly, and you will wait accordingly—yes, even the early birds. Perhaps it’s best to skip the food and opt for a toast instead. Perfect before, during, or after a spin around the rink. Watching wipe-outs with the fam never felt so corporate. The Modern: Danny Meyer’s unabashed flamboyance for air-kissing culture whores. It’s at the MoMa, kids, so take only those who desire such a scene. If you’ve got yourself a crew outfitted in suits and ties longing for a culture cocktail, here’s your promised land. 21 Club: It’s so famous! Free parking if you show up before 6:30pm, if that tells you something about the demographic, but only the locals and culture snobs will take note. Skip the steaks and head for the scotch with the people who’ve read about the place or heard about it in hip-hop songs. Morrell Wine Bar & Cafe: Here’s a cozy place to get warm after running with the masses around Rockefeller. Please remember that other people longing for a night cap will also be directed to this wine bar, which boasts over fifty well-chosen wines by the glass and 2,000 bottle choices on the menu.

Meeting Nightlife’s Scott Lipps of One Management

On the Cool Jobs list, Scott Lipps nears the top – somewhere between shortstop for the New York Yankees and President of the U.S. of A. As president of One Management, he guides the careers of some of the most beautiful and interesting people in the world, while still finding the time to be a rock-and-roll drummer and go out most nights. He’s sought-after by every party promoter and club owner in town. Every joint wants him (or at least the people he manages) to show up. We’ve been nodding hellos to each other across rooms for years, so it was nice to finally sit down and get to know him.

Briefly, tell me what you do. We’re a really high-end luxury brand fashion agency, where we represent a lot of supermodels. I have arms in music – one’s called One Music – and I represent some actors, too. The idea was really to do branding for a lot of the supermodels, really become one of the first management companies in fashion that also had arms in entertainment, because ultimately, I think everything is sort of merging into one right now. So we have musicians we rep, we rep some actors, and we obviously rep a lot of the supermodels, from Claudia Schiffer to Bar Rafaeli to Helena Christensen to Iman.

Advertisers are often looking for something a little offbeat. Rather than a pretty face, they want a hard personality. Tell me about some of the Rock or other types of people that you represent. We’ve done deals for a lot of different artists, and if you look at our site, it lists a lot of them. We’ve done a lot of covers for, let’s say, L’uomo Vogue, for bands like the Horrors and the Living Things, which are really off the beaten path in terms of the mainstream music that’s going on today. The Horrors was a great band out of London that was happening like two years ago, but they never really broke in the States. We’ve done stuff with everybody from Anthony Kiedis to P. Diddy to MGMT. Some are endorsements, like The Virgins doing the Tommy Hilfiger campaign, and some are editorials like the New York Dolls in a magazine called Cover. We worked on something called the Rose Sessions, which was something I did with Nur Khan. It was basically a series of concerts at the Rose Bar that was taking really big acts and putting them into really great, intimate spaces. We’ve had everyone from Guns N’ Roses to the Black Key to Velvet Revolver, and Nur has carried on the tradition. We manage a few acts, so we manage Matt Sorum’s (from Guns N’ Roses) new band, called Darling Stilettos. All girls. It’s like a rock and roll Pussycat Dolls kind of band. In fact, Ace, the singer, used to be in the Pussycat Dolls. I think the idea was to bring advertisers a niche. In the way that Steve Stoute has always done really well in the Hip Hop branding world, we wanted to be a sort of rock n roll/pop version of what that is and service a lot of the rock bands in this fashion space.

You’re a drummer, which makes me wonder: Is the agency play? Is it fun? Is everything you do fun? I wouldn’t say everything’s fun. I think that I’m still very, very much inspired by music, but I think fashion’s been an incredible means, as a conductor, to so many different mediums. So when you represent supermodels and some of the most beautiful and interesting people in the world (interesting sometimes, not always), you can parlay this into a lot of different businesses. So now, thankfully, I’ve been able to sit with the heads of all of the record companies and movie studios, brands, and what not, and all of these worlds kind of mesh. That’s interesting to me, to be creative. The spreadsheets and the excel sheets aren’t really my thing, but I do it.

How do you deal with the different personalities? You have to be like Switzerland – it’s really about not taking sides, and it’s hard. Sometimes we’re dealing with kids, and then we’re dealing with moms and dads. There’s a lot of dynamics there and not everyone is really on the same page, but you really have to learn to try to relate on every level. When people have corporations and they’re a full blown business, and there are a lot of players involved in their own business, you really do have to become like Switzerland in the sense that you have to just try and appease everyone and try to make it work. I can’t be too strong-willed; I have to find ways to mesh.

PUBLICIST ALAN RISH: To interject, Scott doesn’t lose his temper or anything. He’s very even-tempered. Scott: And that is because I’m very protective of my talent. So much so that I will go to great lengths to make sure that they are well-insulated and nothing gets let out that shouldn’t be. I’m not interested in getting them press about something that doesn’t benefit them just to get press. There are a lot of celebrities these days that just want to get in the media because they think that it will further their careers, but I think that if you protect people’s careers, there’s a lot of longevity there.

You seem to have more celebrities than other management companies, why do you think that is? Steven, I wasn’t coming from fashion when I first started this business. I was a drummer, I was managing my bands, and I tried to give it a bit of a fresh approach in the sense that I wanted to be honest, I wanted to have some integrity there. Not everyone in this business has tons of integrity. I was trying to do something a little bit different. Honesty is a big part of what I do. I really do like protecting the people I work with, and not over-exposing them or cheapening what they do. We get a lot of jobs. It’s not about taking every job that comes in just so you can make a quick dollar. I think a lot of girls came over because we were also interested in managing brands and hopefully with them maybe doing a fragrance deal, or a clothing deal, licensing deal, and building up their brands to become more so than only modeling.

Is nightlife a business for you? Should it be? Yes, because I’ve done a lot of things in the space, and ultimately I feel like I do help people build their brands. It’s about relationships for me. So a lot of the guys that you probably know that I’m friendly with, we’ve looked into bigger picture things, and maybe we will. Maybe a hotel one day or a restaurant.

With the whole bottle-model era, how do you protect your talent when they go out? The bottle-model thing that you’re referring to, that’s not what I do in the sense that I don’t even hang out in that dynamic. You can only spend so much time with your clients. I have a life, I’d like to go home and sleep occasionally—the few hours that I get. And I play drums, I play music, I write music – you can police it as much as you can, but ultimately you can’t be with people 24/7. I think that our girls are smart; we are very particular in who we take on. We try to take on girls that have personality. You don’t see tons of our girls at that kind of really tacky nightspots. The girls that are in those clubs until late at night, those really dance-y places, those are not the girls that are working every day. If those girls were working, they wouldn’t be out until 5 in the morning every night.


Do you get harassed by promoters? I wouldn’t say harassed. They know that I’m a different sort breed than a lot of the guys in this business, so I’m cool with all of them. There are some guys like Scott [Sartiano] that I’m very friendly with, so they’ve always been cool with me. I know what the relationship is about, but it’s not really my thing in a lot of cases. People know that I hang out at Kenmare and Don Hills and the Rose Bar when it’s open, and that’s more my scene. I do have good friends like Scott who are in the business of yours, but it’s not his approach with me. He’s like, “Do you want to bring someone to dinner? If not, we’re happy to have you by yourself.” He doesn’t care.

We were talking earlier about The Social Network movie… I think it was the best movie I’ve seen this year. That and probably Kick Ass, which is weird. I’m interested in this whole social media thing and where it’s going in fashion: building brands in fashion through social media and things like that. We represent Birdie Bell for instance, and Birdie Bell is someone that’s obviously building a great name through social media. So she’s a girl that’s blogging, she’s tweeting, she’s using Facebook. The girls that want to become brands these days, they really have to understand how to utilize that.

Isn’t what you’re doing threatened by social media? I’ll give you a great example. There is a reality star that came to me not so long ago and it didn’t fit our brand so we didn’t end up going forward with everything. But that person, who shall remain nameless, went on to make quite a lot of money. I think for us it’s about keeping the credibility, and I’ve always wanted to work with actors and musicians, so it’s just about finding the right fit. But you’re right, when you look at the current state of advertising, it’s all 60% actors now, and 30% models, and maybe 5% pop stars.The whole idea of One, when I started, was I wanted to represent celebrities, albeit supermodels or actors or rock stars.

Drummers are the most insane people in the world—how did you do it? How did you end up owning a modeling agency? Well, I was born in a car, so when I hit my head I think that’s where it all started.

You were actually born in a car? I was born in a car in Gibson, New York, and that’s my middle name. It’s a weird, strange, but true fact. Long story short: I moved to LA when I was 17, I told my dad I was going to PIT and he said, “That’s amazing, you’re going to the Pittsburgh Institute of Technology to be a scientist!” He already knew I was a drummer at that point, I was playing in bands since I was 12, and in nightclubs since I was 14. I started playing at L’amour when I was 14 – L’amour in Brooklyn. They had to sneak me in. I opened up for Steve Marriott’s Humble Pie. Steve Marriott from the Small Faces. I mean, he was in a band with Rod Stewart, he’s a legend. I played with Robbie, who is actually still in my music division now. So when I told my dad I was going to PIT, it was actually the Percussion Institute of Technology, a drumming school in LA where my classmates were the guys from the Black Crowes and from Metallica and wherever. I joined this band and we did really well in Hollywood, we were probably one of the top 15 bands in Hollywood for a bunch of years. We were one of the top bands out there in that Guns N’ Roses/Faster Pussycat/LA Guns scene. But all of the guys in my band were unfortunately caught up in the wrong substances and it scared the label. They had already been dealing with Guns N Roses, and I don’t think they wanted to deal with that on top of everything else. I was playing with a band that’s now called Steel Panther, that’s actually a very pretty popular band on Universal. They’re like the real life Spinal Tap, like a parody of being in a heavy metal band, and they were really popular. I think they just got nominated for a Grammy actually. We were called the Boogie Nights at the time. It was like a disco-70’s show which then became a heavy metal show. And that was on tour. I hurt my arm playing drums, and my mom said to me, “Call your second cousin, he owns a modeling agency, maybe you could do something there for a few months until your arm gets better. “ And I was managing my bands, and also working at record labels, and managing companies when I wasn’t on tour. I wanted to own a label, but being a 25-year-old guy, all the labels looked at me as like this musician-punk-kid. They probably never let me progress as much as I should have at record labels, so I was doing very low level assisting and tape-listening and whatnot. And I got a job interning at another agency that my cousin owned in LA which is a big agency, and I was driving girls around and all of a sudden, all of the models, we became friendly because I was a musician and they weren’t petrified of me. And a lot of models switched to the agency I was working at and things happened very rapidly.

One last question: Who was the first model that you signed and what is she doing now? Well, a couple of the models I worked with years ago are people like Padma Lakshmi from Top Chef, and I don’t know if it’s okay to say it, but I did work with January Jones back in the day. Those were my clients back then because it was in LA and they weren’t really like model-models, they were like models transitioning to acting. Lauren Santo Domingo – I actually discovered her years ago.

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Weekend Recap and Monday Night Parties

Around 9:30 p., on Friday night at the Music Hall of Williamsburg, a modest line trickles into the fluorescent-lit entrance to see Ra Ra Riot. It’s a rather cute crowd of post-grads in bouclé jackets and tidy jeans—a far cry from the swarm of neon tank tops, striped button-ups, and gelled hair we passed at the neighboring Sea Thai Bistro just moments before. The block is alive, livelier, even, than the last show I had caught on the block a mere 4 months ago. And it’s not just the block; the whole drag is more diverse and overrun than what I had gotten used to. Punky girls still pout on street corners, and half of the neighborhood still looks as if they’re lost members of Belle & Sebastian, but for the most part, Williamsburg doesn’t discriminate. Before my partner in crime and I made it over to North 6th Street, we were lured away from an overly-crowded sidewalk by signs advertising frozen margs in Vera Cruz, a Mexican spot on Bedford. A few older, pot-bellied men sat at the bar alongside what seemed to be a sorority date function. When the food is good and the drinks are cold, the crowds don’t care who they’re sitting next to.

After fish tacos and fundito, we warmed up in the bar at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. I usually get pretty annoyed when the bar is in a separate space as the show and I’m stuck making trips to the trough, so we talked the bartender into giving us Big Gulp-sized Jack and Cokes, with a price tag of just $16 a piece. By now the bar area was starting to look like the end of a successful college basement party, with boys and girls chatting in dark corners, and couples playing grab-ass as they sloppily bound up the stairs to the stage area. It’s obvious that Ra Ra Riot’s college following (the band formed while in school at Syracuse) followed them to New York this week. They had kicked off a four-night New York City run on Tuesday night, and were finishing it off at the Music Hall of Williamsburg tonight, to a crowd of both dedicated, and newly found fans.

Their set, which included offerings from both The Rhumb Line, and their newest album, The Orchard, had the polish of a seasoned pop-band. The lead singer, Wes Miles, has a natural stage presence. His vocals sound even better live than on tape. But beyond the mechanics of what made the show a good one — perfect pitch, entertaining banter, interesting instrument changes — what makes RRR a powerful live band is this inexplicable enthusiasm they exude. Sure, there were a lot of Syracuse alums in the crowd, but I can’t help but feel that every show I’ve seen them play feels a bit like a homecoming show. They’re free and relaxed, they experiment and get lost in the music by accident, a quality that was especially apparent during “Ghost Under Rocks,” after which Miles giddily commented on how great of a time he was having.


After the show, and the big gulps, we slipped into Cyn Lounge to unwind with a few $3 PBRs, but the mopey crowd’s low energy level didn’t mesh with our post-show glow.

Also on Friday: Further uptown at the Chatwal hotel, Vikram Chatwal and Jeffrey Jah hosted an “Impromptu Gathering” and rounded up pals like Lukas Haas, Josh Groban, Maxwell, and Chef Geoffrey Zakarian, with Paul Sevigny playing DJ.

Saturday Saturday was a night of surprises, thanks to two pop-up parties. Over at Cedar Lake Studios on W 26th Street, Details magazine hosted their hotly anticipated DETAILS @ Midnight, an event that gained popularity because no one knew what it was all about. The invite that was sent out had no incentive to attend, other than an air of mystery: the party location was not to be released until the night before, and the special surprise performer was to be kept a secret. Enough to make tongues wag, as you can imagine. In any case, it was Kid Cudi that did the surprising, and the rapper—who once played a BlackBook party for a sack of fast food burgers—ran through a selection of new tracks off his upcoming album.

While I’ve yet to catch wind of a secret, last minute pop-up party, here’s what looks good tonight.

Monday Parties to Crash ● It’s Liiiiiiiza! Liza Minelli plays Nur Khan’s Rose Bar Sessions, 6PM. ● Party at Libation for the First Annual Bloggers Soiree to Benefit Restore NYC at 7PM. 300+ leading bloggers in the area will be blogging about their “Brick by Brick” campaign, which aims to raise $50,000 to build a safe house for sex trafficked victims in the city. Ticketed Events ● Exploring the Arts 2010 Gala kicks off at Cipriani Wall Street at 6:30PM, with Tony Bennett performing, as well as Natalie Cole. Parties for the People ● M.I.A. plays Terminal 5 with Rye Rye (duh) at 7PM for $35. ● Regina Spektor plays the Music Hall of Williamsburg at 7PM for $35, with proceeds going to the Daniel Cho Benefit. ● For those who like cerebral parties, VLAK launches with a proper shin-dig at the St. Marks Poetry Project at 8PM. VLAK is an international curatorial project with a broad focus on contemporary poetics, art, film, philosophy, music, design, science, politics, performance, ecology, and new media. Bottoms up! ● Opening night gala of Metropolitan Opera’s “Das Rheingold” at Lincoln Center at 6:45PM. There’s also a free telecast into Times Square with seating for 2,000 (rain or shine). Hotspots ● The East Village’s White Noise is one of those awesome bars that closes its doors at 2AM, but if you’re already safely inside, you can party all night (well, until 4AM), which carries the connotation that anything goes. Pierre Stone and Ben Brunnemer DJ the Monday night “Fever” party: “that ol rock and roll and good people, no disco shit.” ● One of our all time favorites, Franco V, DJs along with Eli Dias at the Mondays @ Kenmare party.

Nightlife Try Outs: 5 Posh Bars To Visit When You’re a Party of One

New York might be the city that never sleeps, but that doesn’t mean your posse is always awake and ready for adventure. Don’t let other people’s home-bound plans keep you from treating yourself to a night on the town. Sometimes people scoff when they hear about my inclination for going it alone, but getting over your fear of facing social situations solo opens up an entirely new side of the city. You don’t have to stress out about making plans, you needn’t worry about other people’s loves/hates/dietary restrictions, and doing things off the cuff can lead to so many other surprising adventures. Plus, you can treat yourself to really lavish experiences without worrying about splitting up the tab—deliciously empowering. Whether you are a single girl in need of a dose of romance, a New York newbie looking to make friends, or a culture-addict searching for a unique experience, these posh bars are some of my favorite treats for when I’m flying solo.

1. Brandy Library It’s 7pm on a Friday evening and the library has a gathering of friendly, smartly-dressed folks. The sophisticated ambiance is slightly intimidating at first blush, but once you settle beneath the flattering lighting and sidle up to the mahogany bar in all of its snazzy glory, you’ll immediately feel at ease. Ask the knowledgeable barkeep a ton of questions about the menu—your solo session can double as a free liquor class. Perk: The bar is usually filled with singles that appreciate a well-made cocktail. Best For: Single girls who aren’t afraid to share a Brandy tasting with a stranger. Tip: The record will skip if you order a cliché whiskey and cola. Ask for a recommendation if you need help.

2. Bowery Poetry Club What? Not exactly glamorous, you say? Try telling that to the man reciting E.E. Cummings and drinking cognac. A night of poetry readings might not spell “Night on the Town” for everyone, but if you’ve got a hankering to expand your circle, meet new people, and take advantage of one of New York’s great cultural experiences, BPC is a great place to discover the luxury boho scene on your own. Sure, you’ll bump into a prose-snob or two, but you can always use the live performances and the full bar as an excuse to get away. The crowd is constantly in mingle-gear, and you’ll end up meeting an amazing cast of characters. Perk: The bar is a WiFi café from 12-noon to 6pm. Best For: Those in need of culture shock. Tip: Stop in on Mondays and treat yourself to a night of bingo!

3. Rose Bar at the Gramercy Park Hotel Rose Bar runs a tight ship in the small hours of the evening, but early on, the large, lavish spot is filled with interesting locals and outgoing foreigners celebrating in the city. Park yourself at the front bar around 6pm and watch as a slow trickle of hotel guests begin their night. The clientele is high-end, savvy, and inclined to learn more about their surroundings—in this case, you. Gramercy locals still cite it as the best way to start or end their night, and the sensual, tranquil space is a great venue for interesting conversation—even if it’s only with one of the attractive bartenders. Perk: The pool table near the front is a great way to get the night started, and can distract you in case you’re not feeling chatty right off the bat. Best For: Solo girls who want a scene. Tip: Use the art pieces as a sneaky icebreaker—Julian Schnabel designed the furniture, original pieces from Warhol and Keith Haring hang inside.

4. Per Se So, Prince Charming has yet to take you to the (so-called) best restaurant in America? Why not take yourself? This first-class restaurant, full of pomp and circumstance, will certainly put a dent in your pocketbook if you ever decide to overdo a date night, but sit stag at the bar and get sucked into your own little world of complete culinary euphoria. The Salon menu offers lavish dinner and dessert dishes in the front lounge area, priced between $24 and $46. Treat yourself to Butter Poached Nova Scotia Lobster or go easy with “The Cheese Course, ” and a glass of wine. The serene bar area is full of single parties. Perk: Every staff member is incredibly attentive, making for a surprisingly unstuffy atmosphere. Best For: A date with yourself. Tip: Indulge in the “Brownie And Malted Milk,” a $14 dessert luxury—double chocolate brownie with chocolate “marquise,” caramel ice cream and malt mousse.

5. City Winery Breathe a sigh of relief: this is not a house of hard-core winos. Instead, it’s a venue that pairs a jovial atmosphere with fine wine and music. If you feel like truly being by yourself, you’ll find that the space is cavernous enough for you to melt into the atmosphere. But if you’re feeling chatty, the bar offers a great view of the stage, and friendly patrons often take up casual conversations between sets. Perk: The venue schedules classes like wine pairings and tastings, perfect for a solo act. Best For: Live shows when you’re solo. Tip: Skip City Winery for stag nights when they aren’t hosting a class, or live performance. The giant space can be awkward without their presence.

More Tips For Going Stag in NYC

-Research Your Bars: Even the most out-going girls might feel awkward after popping into a sceney bar or a romantic couples lair. On my first night in the city, I made the mistake of heading to Marquee alone on a Tuesday night after I overheard some girls raving about it. I actually ended up having a great time, and I met a ton of people, but clubbing alone is just a tad unnerving. -Take on a Traveler’s Mentality: Hit up hotel bars, where the ambiance is usually forgiving and people are dying for conversation. Aim to learn about other people. -Give Yourself a Good Reason: Live bands, distracting performances, a great love for foodie fare or mixology—all sneaky props to take the focus off of your party of one. -Draw Attention to Your Confidence: You’re out alone! You’re an independent girl who loves the city and can enjoy it on her own. Celebrate that and strangers will, too.

The Smartest Guys in the (Boom Boom) Room

Nightclubs can’t survive in this economy on booze sales alone. It’s for this reason that today’s savvy businessmen are now looking to on-site restaurants to support their operations. Food seeds a room early. Smart new boîtes are doing big dinner business at 5pm—or brunch, even—with their clubs only a staircase away. Whether or not they eventually fill up, places that don’t serve food don’t do much business until well past midnight, which means their owners spend way too much money on soaring rents, insurance fees and operating costs. New York nightspots like Tenjune, STK, Simyone Lounge, Abe & Arthur’s, the new Butter and the forthcoming joint from Scott Sartiano and Richie Akiva all play this same game. Noah Tepperberg and Jason Strauss’ Avenue even does it all in the same small room.

Not satisfied with simply adding food? How about rooms? Hotels have answered the prayers of many nightlife operators in the past, and the trend has once again gained momentum. Look no further than Las Vegas, where proprietors have always known that travel money is the easiest cash to separate from a customer. Hotels are fairly immune to police harassment, because the corporations that own them are well-equipped with lawyers, lobbyists and friends in high places—it’s much harder for community board biddies to prevent them from doing business. New York’s Boom Boom Room (or whatever they pretend to call it), Rose Bar, Provocateur and now Kastel thrive in this atmosphere.

Deep in the heart of every club, the Serato mixer in the DJ booth has truly changed the game, making yesterday’s crates of records totally obsolete. DJ booths are now little things tucked away in corners. Anyone can download thousands of tracks, and laptops now allow schmoes to mix like pros. The pretty-boy DJ trend has exploded in equal measure to the prevalence of the Serato, now that any kid with a great smile and a hot girlfriend can buy or borrow what once took years of experience and knowledge to acquire.

And what of the mighty doorman? Nightlife’s high-priced Dr. No may soon become a lost boy, as A-list clubs consider going entirely guest-list. Whether or not this is a wise decision remains to be seen, but the advantages are compelling: Owners will know in advance who their patrons will be, and can orchestrate seating accordingly; it’s unlikely that an undercover cop will gain access and lines of noisy patrons vying for a doorman’s attention will no longer annoy good neighbors. If this happens, people really will have to know somebody to get in (although pretty girls who aren’t on the list could be evaluated by an arbiter of “in” watching via hidden camera). There will be no arguments since there will be no one with whom to argue and no palms to grease with folded bills. Bottom line: you’d better get used to paying in advance.

Sevigny and Nur Join Don Hill

Don Hill is a club cult hero. His joint Don Hill’s was born in April 1993 to much flag waving, fanfare and hoopla. The Smithereens set the tone that night and it has since become a virtual rock and roll hall of fame. Don has booked the joint, hired staff, run day to day and night to night operations, he’s answered the phones and I suspect that on some nights he swept out the joint. He will now be joined by superheroes Nur Khan and Paul Sevigny. They will come in with mad skills, new energy and cash to redux the place. They will merge with Don to create more of the same but even better. Nur is famous for his stadium act showcases in what essentially is an over-sized living room over at Rose Bar. He will now have a mid-size venue to accommodate his vision and connections. Nur and I talked about the Don Hill space being perfect for him over a year ago. I floated the idea past Don Hills honcho Nicki Camp last July and I am as pleased as punch that a deal has been finalized. Nur is partnered up with my own personal Jesus, Paul Sevigny at Kenmare and together they will bring their unparalleled talents to this venture. The inclusion of Don into the mix is brilliant. I caught up with Paul and asked him if I could finally write about this and he spewed info at me at a thousand words a minute. I got some of it.

The essentials are that they will renovate. Thousands of rock and roll shows have worn the place out. Rock and roll has a tendency to do that—take a look at a recent shot of Keith Richards. I told Paul that I heard from a second source about this love-in and therefore I should be allowed to tell my loyal readers the good news. Paul agreed and gushed info at me. He’s wanted to talk about this for a while and is uber-excited. “We’re adding 5 bathrooms and seating, we’re going to fix it up.” I tried to take notes but it was hopeless. He was particularly excited to reboot the traditional all-ages Sunday rock shows. He told me to expect 2 or 3 big rock and roll shows a month. I know enough not to ask him if this will be the new Beatrice. Paul would have said Beatrice was Beatrice and this is Don Hills and why do people ask that and then he would have mumbled, laughed to himself and made sly, snide side comments—a bit like loveable Popeye.

The Beatrice, ladies and gents, is gone and thankfully not forgotten. The space has new ownership and I hear it’s going to be a tapas joint. I am sure that the beautiful, fashionable, relevant, unusual and usual suspects will follow both Nur and Paul wherever they go. Don Hills familiar Spring Street location near Sway where Nur held court for eons is sure to be a different kind of wonderful. Both of these gents are so connected and creative that something ‘new’ grounded in their understanding of what was—and is still—relevant from a glorious past is to be expected. ‘New’ often trumps ‘nostalgia’ when the past is embraced and respected. Don Hill, the man, the legend, also has some tricks up his sleeve and now he will have a new place grounded in his legacy to entertain his friends. I’ll keep you posted.

Today Cordell Lochin will rejoin the living. This is great news for the multitudes who have missed his energy and spirit. His stint over at La Esquina when it opened insured its success. I can’t wait to see him and I hope his transition back into society is an easy one. I had many friends and supporters when I got back from my “Poconos vacation.” The hardest part was the acceptance that, no matter what I said or accomplished, many would never believe in me. The only thing you can do is embrace those who embrace you and to work your way back into society’s good graces. In time, the work will define you as much if not more than the past. My design career and my writing replaced the Steve Lewis brand that I created before. Although there are times when I miss the action, I really can’t complain. I get along with this Steve Lewis way better than the last one.