Ah New York: the big grid of asphalt, glass and concrete where everything lies at right angles to everything else. And where the show of an Italian artist who canned his feces is the big must see in town.
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It is a hard blow when a door-person doesn't know you, doesn't get you and doesn't care. It' s harder still when as a doortrix it's your first night ruling Montana, the boite is jammed packed and then you proceed to tell Angela Lindvall, "Sorry but we are at capacite' . There iz nothing I can do. Perhaps you go to smoke a cigarette... come back in 20 minutes...30 minutes" . Welcome to Paris shade and TI sat ringside last night for the shadiest door scene in all Paris so far this season. But fear not... this shady story has a happy ending.
Submitted by Wayne on Tue, 2009-03-10 12:27.
In the kitchen after the steamy shenanigans at the Stella McCartney after-party The Clique was drunk and tired but very happy.