Neither rain, nor snow, nor gloom of night can keep “Naked Cowboy” Robert Burck from strumming his guitar in his undies to entertain tourists in New York City. And now the Cowboy wants to show his true devotion to Manhattan—he’s running for mayor. For those of you who have not stood next to the Cowboy’s toned tush, he is a Times Square staple, clad only in tighty-whities, a cowboy hat, and boots. He plays guitar and sings while tourists snap pictures with him. He plans to officially announce his bid for mayor today, and already has plans for raising revenues and tax breaks. His campaign promise is to do “more with less” for NY residents. No problem keeping his promise either—that yummy briefs/boots uniform says it all! [Huffington Post]
Checking off “The Naked Cowboy” on a ballot may seem a bit odd, but we have yet to see what he’s got up his … hat? Hopefully, Robert will fare better than these oddball candidates who failed in their political quests. Keep reading »
Once upon a time, Carrie Bradshaw was a role model for women across America, and “Sex and the City” promised a Manolos and men-filled life. Even after the show was canceled, it lived on in reruns, and the movie version brought lady viewers back in droves. Now, though, the recession promises to finally put to bed women’s “Sex and the City” pipe dreams, or so says Vanity Fair, when one male writer takes a ride on the “SATC” bus tour. From a sad visit to the sex shop where Charlotte bought her Rabbit vibrator to the Magnolia Bakery cupcake-eating gaggle of female tourists who ragingly recount every single episode, some women are still desperately trying to hold on to “Sex and the City” escapism, instead of sinking into the reality of the great 21st century depression. By the end of the tour of this female fantasyland that never really existed: “We all realize what an obsessively ridiculous, embarrassing, empty, and needy exercise this has been.” Us, too. [Vanity Fair] Keep reading »
Geren Lockhart, designer of the Geren Ford collection is having quite a year with her super-hyped Urban Outfitters collection. Lockhart also pulled out of LA Fashion Week, presenting instead last night at New York City’s Bowery Hotel.
The Spring 2009 collection was not much of a variation from the designer’s signature use of silk fabrics, utilitarian details, and simple, flowy shapes. Still, we ogled over the rich, jewel tones in the line. The models, who were presented non-traditionally on pedestals, sported items like floor-length electric blue dresses, pink tanks paired with moss green tiered skirts, and pleated shorts with ruffled tanks. There were also a number suit-like styles — shorts coupled with matching jackets and the like.
We were pretty ecstatic over the goody bag which, among a handful of beauty products and candy, included the collection’s signature silk scarf. It’s decorated with an abstract design that we’re told is a bit of a mind trick and actually represents something (like an animal or insect), but we couldn’t figure it out. Keep checking out Daily Candy this week — they’ll be giving the scarf away! Keep reading »
On Friday, May 30th, shoe stores will be empty, makeup counters customerless, salons won’t have a hair to do, and every man in America will be single for a few hours. It’s opening night of the Sex and the City movie! While looking at all the ads alone can increase your levels of estrogen, and thereby your need for a cosmo, what are the men to do when they have the whole world — sans movie theaters — in the palm of their hands? Keep reading »
Sex sells. But does doggy-style make shoppers want cheap, trendy tops? Our gal pal Heather is way into Forever 21, but she did a double take when she saw their mannequins doubled over and sent us a picture. Usually when we pose like this, the lights are out and weâ€™ve had a couple drinks, but apparently thatâ€™s just the look the store in New York Cityâ€™s Union Square is going for. Guess working it from behind is always in style!
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Melissa Plaut, author of Hack: How I Stopped Worrying About What To Do With My Life and Started Driving a Yellow Cab talks about passengersâ€™ pick-up lines, fare beaters, and sex in the backseat.
Howâ€™d you start driving a cab, anyway?
I was about to turn 29 and had been laid off from my corporate office job, which was never fulfilling. I was collecting my unemployment benefits and thinking about what I was going to do for the rest of my life, and it was sending me into a panic. Finally I realized that I didnâ€™t know whether I was ever going to be able to do any one thing with the rest of my life. Instead, I decided that I would live my life as a series of adventures, and my first would be getting behind the wheel of a yellow cab.
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It looks like I’m living in the wrong city — and there is little to no chance I will be moving to LA…ever. Oh well, at least single people are in the majority these days. Woohoo! [The Boston Globe] Keep reading »
New York City is known for being dirty, but even out on Long Island, New Yorkâ€™s finest are apparently too filthy for a fundraiser. Officials in Long Beach have banned the sale of the volunteer firefightersâ€™ calendar which features a dozen volunteer models straddling city property. From February, which features a lady riding a fire hose in a miniskirt, to December, which has a woman wearing nothing but oxygen tanks, the pictures were sure to raise more than charitable donations. But unless you got them while they were hot, the calendar has been pulled from shelves and all sales have been stopped. Although, perhaps thereâ€™s still hope you can sneak a peek, if you feel like going through the trashâ€¦ [UPI] Keep reading »
I met Duke* in Paris. He was actually British, visiting from London, and I was there from New York, sent by the magazine I worked for to cover the fashion shows. My boyfriend back in New York had just broken up with me for the bajillionth time, and I was devastated (as usual). When I met Duke, a blue-eyed scruffster with a gorgeous accent and a mischievous grin, the chemistry was immediate, and somehow I knew that he might provide just the rebound romp to lift me out of Dumpsville. Keep reading »