[Photos by Travis Farrenkopf for Nicky Digital]

Sometimes we forget that there is actual life outside of New York.  It’s horribly egotistical.  That’s why, we were excited to see a new party up on Nicky Digital.  The “Throwed Valentine’s Party” wasn’t at the Boston clubs we’re familiar with (Rumor, Avalon? something like that), but rather at a space known as “Great Scott.”  No word on if the bands (B.Rich, E-March, The Blue Pages) were as good, but the people looked comparably wacky to our friends that frequent Webster Hall.  Leave it to college students to provide some of this week’s best “best $2k” shots…

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‘Tis the season to get inked! Friday the 13th is the ultimate hipster holiday, especially with deals like the one at Dare Devil Tattoo on Ludlow Street (between Houston St & Stanton St); only 13 bones to get tatted! No appointment necessary on this very special day…

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“I think me and the person I do it with will both profit greatly from the deal,” Natalie Dylan on whoever is the winning bidder of her virginity, which is up for sale online.

In case you missed the photos of the socialites in their “Kmart” outfits yesterday, we’re in a recession people!  Times are tough.  But Natalie Dylan isn’t going to just sit back and let the recession blues beat her down, no sir!  She’s held on to that V card of hers long and hard, and figures well, she might as well get something out of it right? The 22 year old is auctioning off her virginity online and the bids are so far up to $3.7 million dollars!

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[Harry (Robert Jaffe), Kevin McCallister (Bernard Madoff), Marv (Walter Noel)]

House arrest was never so much fun! When your social buddies are knocking at your window to come out and party, how could you resist?!  From the same guys that brought you Weekend at Bernie’s, and the Three Stooges…

Larry (Robert Jaffe), Moe (Bernard Madoff), Curly (Walter Noel).  Doink!

From the same guys that brought you Weekend at Bernie’s…

You know “Blogging” has become mainstream when it comes up on a Twix commercial.

Graffiti: that cherished urban art form, juvenile delinquent time-killer and means of political and social protest, is one that generally goes unnoticed by the masses. Whether it be on the walls of an abandoned building or a dilapidated subway station, most people find it easy to simply ignore the the colorful bubble letters and illegible black chicken scratch scrawled all over our city. And so did I…until now.

After spotting the phrase “Neck face is ugly” throughout Soho and the Lower East Side, I’ve been wondering what in the world this could possibly mean. Here are some of my hypotheses:

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There are two baby dolls hanging from a traffic light pole on the corner of Kenmare and Bowery. WTF is this? Does anyone have any information that would make us less creeped out than we are? We have to work a block away from this. Could the Williamsburg Sneaker/Baby Doll Hanging prankster be coming to Manhattan? Even though it’s probably a prank, you have to admit it’s still kind of creepy…

The anatomy of a Hipster turned Hypocrite. First it was the backdating of posts that he got scooped on. Then it was the jabs in his blog. Then it was the photoshopped images. Then it was the expletive filled comments. Then it was the fake comments meant to insult.

For those of you who want to read a blog with no blogging honor, visit downbythehypocrite.com.

When I heard Kanye welcoming me to the Good Life on Graduation, I said to myself, “Well, he’s not really inviting me, but that’s still nice. It’s the thought that counts.” Wrong! Apparently he really does want to spread the wealth, recently going so far as to advertise the secret to his success on YouTube: Drinking. Specifically, Absolut Vodka.

Drink Absolut and you will straight turn into Kanye West, the ad implies. Someone please let me know if I interpreted that incorrectly, ’cause it’s only 11:30 but I was thinking about getting started asap.

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from hamptons.guestofaguest.com

This cover-up combines two of my least favorite styles of apparel: the maxi dress and the is-she-or-isn’t-she tube smock into one sea-green monster. The model’s definitely with me on this one: How. Dare. You. Put. Me. In. This. Again. For the fourth year in a row. I am not expecting. I hate children, except when seared atop dry wheat toast. Or perhaps she’s just hungry?

[Image via Shopbop]