“I Mean…What?!?” – Abe Gurko

Girl, this is no Gossip. On the contrary. This continues what I just was saying two minutes ago that television will never replace real fashion designers. What it will do, is confuse everyone to thinking that in order to be a Blair Waldorf or a Serena Van Der Woodson, all you need to do is buy off the rack. That’s like saying if you buy the best cookware from Le Creuset, that will make you a great cook. It does not work like that. Having style is something most folks will never really acquire. You can not buy it off… Read More »

Just when we thought it was safe to get out of the water, that the celebrity-turned-fashion-designer trend was coming to an end—hello Sarah Jessica Parker—comes news that fashionista-slash-DJ Leigh Lezark, part of the trinella of sourpusses, the Mishapes, is doing a mini-collection for H & M at Selfridges in London. So, what, now all you need to do to become a fashion designer is know how to borrow clothes? The requirements have gotten so much easier. Surely pretty, and clearly not stupid, Lezark has made a career out of not smiling while standing behind a turntable flanked by two grumpy… Read More »

Being amongst a collection of collagenous junkies out here in Fire Island, where an arrogant puss is as common as sand, it got me to thinking about arrogance in general. Lord knows gays have not cornered the market on that lovely trait, but oh, how they try. Today’s news featured a few arrogant twits. All of them suffering from that terminal illness of believing their own press. And they all have something else in common: flared nostrils, slightly turned up as though they are smelling week-old fish left in the fridge. That is sooo the look of arrogance. Here now… Read More »