Bill De Blasio, the current New York City Public Advocate, announced this weekend that he is running for Mayor.
De Blasio, a Democrat, says he made the announcement in his home-borough of Brooklyn to send out the statement that he wants “to be a mayor for the neighborhoods.” He criticized current Mayor, Michael Bloomberg, for “ignoring the outer boroughs.”
For this gal, Pride is about friends and drinks, and drinks with friends. I’ll go anywhere for these said drinks with friends, and have spent past Prides in some very interesting places. Last year I made no plans and had not a clue how I was going to spend Pride Sunday. I woke up in a stupor at a stranger’s apartment in Hell’s Kitchen Sunday morning after a wild romp the night before at Vlada. We took a cab to my place so I could change outfits and touch up my face. (Yes, I often need little touch ups.) Our initial plan was to go somewhere and watch the Parade, however, before I knew it, my apartment was full of drag queens and club kids and one King Ralphy who invited us to a Pride party he was hosting at Midtown Loft and Terrace. It’s around the block from my place and on a rooftop on a gorgeous summer day in Manhattan? Sign me up!
(Editor’s Note: Earlier in the year, GaySocialites.com presented the State Of Gay Nightlife address where we determined that nightlife is what you make of it. The Ritz is certainly making its own determination of what nightlife should be, and the GaySocialites team is less than thrilled with their definition.)
I am fond of the drink. This has been and never will be any sort of secret. I, Demanda Dahling, am very fond of the drink. And I’ll drink anything really, as long as it has an alcohol content above that of Nyquil. My go-to drinks though are iced V’s (read: vodka on the rocks), and white wine (read: really cheap white wine, because bitch is on a budget). So, I drink.. heavily. And, like most of us who drink (heavily), I occasionally misbehave. One would think this would welcome in a New York City club–crazy queens, mischief, wild times, and hey, most of those who dress up do it for free! It’s a win-win, right? Apparently not.
Trash, the Friday night party held in The Studio at Webster Hall, is arguably the most wild party of the week. Seriously, I say this from personal experience. The first time my partner-in-crime and fellow GaySocialite Kevin Novinski, “Dapper” as we affectionately call him around the office, and I went, we apparently humped on stages, dressed in our Asian finery. The second time we attended together, we decided to lay on the ground and share secrets with each other while people dancing around us. (Side note: not the smartest idea.) The third, we distributed ice to the crowd via a stolen ice bucket. You know, typical Friday nights with your friends.
Something new? Yes, please! And it’s lowbrow too? I’m dripping. A little lowbrow is good for the soul, and anything that combines the the underground, the art scene and a party makes Demanda one happy little freak.
More than an art show, more than a party and more than just the same old scene, Something New is a monthly creative showcase curated by fringe art-happening mavens The Lowbrow Society for the Arts, a NYC-based art collective aimed at experimenting the way the public interacts with art. The group, which brought us the smutalicious Gowanus Art Fair earlier this year, are New York City’s best underground creators and promise “a night of non-stop inspiration.”
Now if there’s one thing Demanda can smell, it’s a good event. We can all agree on that, yes? The introductory Something New event is called Dress Up/Get Down. These just happen to be two skills highlighted on my résumé. So, I can tell you that this ain’t gonna be just no fashion show, yo. This will be a show about fashion, and I cannot wait to see what all the fantastical creatures of the evening dangle from their bodies.
“Prepare for a night that explores the other side of wearable art,” my friend Gwynn Friendly Galitzer, co-director of The Lowbrow Society and a self-described rainbow enthusiast, told madame. My slightly tainted and tipsy mind is ticking with what to wear. Besides, the only thing better than edible art is wearable art. Agreed? Agreed!
So what should we expect this evening?
