I mentioned yesterday that I don't really understand what blue-haired partyboy Ben Cho actually does other than that he's some sort of hybrid fashion designer/artist and that he appears to like cameras. A helpful reader sends in a not-so-blind blind item that doesn't so much answer the question, but clearly needs to be posted anyway: "if a certain blue-haired Asian "fashion" designer gets to be "young" and hot and hip then so do I. But I do honestly think maybe we both are on the down side of young. I lived with a lovely young lesbian and her sister who had been friends with a certain blue-haired Asian "fashion" designer at Parsons and we spent many long long strange evenings with each other. One of which involved all the people named below, a trip to see Mistress Formika, a brief moment with that crazy model from the 1990s, she had a tattoo on her head..."

It was midnight-ish at the Tribeca Grand on Tuesday night and varied and sundry Billyburg hipsters were lined up at the coat check to avail themselves of their artfully torn fur coats and intentionally satin jackets. The twenty-something girl in front of me had a magazine picture of Justin Timberlake safety-pinned to her black t-shirt. It was, like, ironic.