Tomorrow night, NYC is in for one fucking good party. As a man who appreciates the finer things in life, like potty mouth, I’m super bummed to be missing “The Fucking Party“. This invite is the tits so quit fucking around and peep it right fucking now, fucker. If you wanna drink for free, and I know you fucking do, just submit an original cuss word that hasn’t already been used. And while we’re at it, what’s the first dirty word that comes to your mind? Leave it in the comments and we’ll choose one lucky winner for a fucking awesome prize.
I’m a huge huge fan of Jean-Michel Basquiat. His work was so compelling and inspiring and yes I have a big Basquiat poster right when you walk into my home. I’m totally excited filmmaker Tamra Davis revisited her original interviews from the 80s and created this intimate documentary, “Jean-Michel Basquiat: The Radiant Child”. Basquiat will forever be remembered as one of the art world’s best and most vibrant, and as some say, he was famous for being famous. More info on the film here.
Jack Spade makes a lot of things – bags, books, briefcases and ties. But often overlooked are his small accessories. I’m not suggesting you run out and buy this but if you’re loaded and living life like the most interesting man in the world, then a classy matchbox might be your thing. It’s slide opening and comes with a badass self-lighting strip. $60 direct from Jack himself.
Fun times and good vibes as Ty Williams paints in room 803 at Ace Hotel New York. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you haven’t been to an Ace, you’re totally missing out.
