When we caught up with Richie Rich last night at the Pierre Hotel for the Jets Tear up the Pierre event with film guru Eli Obus, we couldn't help but ask the man behind Heatherette about the ongoing abuse of the term "club kids": More»

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"Is this spat between you guys for realz" asks fellow friend blogger Cajun Boy.

Hmmmm....how to answer that. Well I mean being called an idiot over and over by annonymous commenters Scott Solish certaintly FELT real...Being told to go back to Omaha and stop trying to "make it" out here (oh how I would love to be home some days) FELT real...(ps where are you from again Scott?), and the incessant stealing of my posts only to backdate his timestamps, the mudslinging and photoshopped images of me...blah blah blah, were, last time I checked, all "REAL".

To get caught up on the drama go HERE or here

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I have a secret, and I might as well share. First of all, anyone that knows me, knows of my obsession for all thing club kids...though most of them have no idea where this came from, me being basically the opposite of what you would conjure up in your head upon thinking of those crazy kooky bastards that roamed the city's nights before Guiliani, before 9-11, before Wholefoods. They were simply crazy, and crazily simple in that regard. But this is not a post about the club kids, who are still around in various forms of Kenny Kenny, Richie Rich, Motherfucker, Heatherette, and young hipsters. This is about a man. A man that depending on the time, and the writer, could be called an award winning club designer, club kid wrangler, doorman, fashion designer (back in the 80s), and night life king...and now, we can add blogger to the list. Yet Steve doesn't fit any of these...at least for me. More»