Playing On My Boombox

Forget those horrendous lines at Republic, Ginger Sixty-Two or Barnone in Vancouver. The same goes for those air-tight velvet ropes at Area, Les Deux and Hyde in La-La Land.

Because none of them compare to London's Boombox Sundays, run by Brit-ster Richard Mortimer and held at Hoxton Square Bar and Kitchen in the East End.

If you want a party full of eye-candy and people-watching, this is the place to be. It's the ultimate style dance-off: designers, fashion students, drag queens and hipsters congregate as one teeming crowd in outfits (you can even go as far as to say costumes) and make-up fit for the next Baz Luhrmann movie.

The night's resident photographer is Alistair Allan, who snaps fabulous shots, airbrushes them to perfection, then posts the pics on his merry-go-round of a website Dirty Dirty Dancing.

Boombox's downside? If you want entrance through the aesthetically hedonistic gates, you need to go with a regular. Expect the atmosphere to be of the everyone-knows-everyone, six-degrees-of-separation variety.

So hop on a place to London with your craziest outfit on, your best falsies and a pack of sugar-free Red Bull because you'll be dancing all night long.

Dirty Dirty Dancing on MySpace





I'm Lovin' it: The Street Style section on Style.com. It's so-called "Sartorialist" photographers snap chic, fashion-forward people on the sidewalks of New York, Paris, Milan, London and Hong Kong who just have to be shouted-out for their style. I love how the girl below looks like she took her (equally fashionable) boyfriend's long-sleeve shirt, rolled up the sleeves and cinched the waist with a great belt. Actually, that's probably exactly what the chic-ette did. Kudos for the Ali Mcgraw-esque hippie headband, too.



I'm Over it: All the men coming forward to say they fathered Anna Nicole Smith's baby. A paparazzo, her lawyer, Zsa Zsa Gabor's husband and now Smith's old bodyguard. The woman had a tragic life, so please let her finally rest in peace.

Guilty Pleasure of the Day: The new Nintendo Wii. My friend Tom Tom purchased one via Craigslist, and I spent part of yesterday evening playing gamer tennis, bowling and boxing with it. In tennis, I was the virtual Maria Sharapova. In boxing, however, I was totally KO-ed by Saritz. Looks like I gotta start taking up cardio kickboxing again to keep up with her.



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