Club kids kill me. Their leader guy Michael Alig is like a Charles Manson for the mid-90s, only without the murder. Comments/Enlarge |
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So what if Anton Newcombe’s a sloppy drunk whose only real talent is convincing record-industry benchwarmers that he’s a genius? Eight years ago he wrote half an OK song and he’s still looking great!Comments/Enlarge |
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What’s with those old guys at the club? Do they really want to date twentysomethings and deal with their shit all day? Yes they do. More than you could ever imagine.