two-twenty

our spies are everywhere

Turns out two-twenty had a source placed at this weekend's Ian Spiegelman bash. So secret a source, in fact, that even we did not know that we had him/her until he/she emailed us yester-eve. Turnabout being fair play, we feel we must print the dish on the dishers:

david carr totally missed the 3 best things about ian spiegelman's party:

3) richard johnson committed the most egregious fashion violation of 2004 (and we haven't even seen an awards show yet): he had on an off-the-peg, brooks brothers-type grey suit - WITH A BLACK T-SHIRT ADVERTISING THE RAMONES. I think sometimes queer eye should run a disclaimer that says "do not try this at home, especially if you are about to turn 50."

It seemed somehow appropriate to two-twenty that skeezy trannies were there to up the catty factor, then we thought it odd cuz we remembered that Spiegelman once infamously offered to "kick the living shit" out of some "faggots", then we remembered that he wrote a book called Everyone's Flaming and it made sense. Wait, sorry, burning. Everyone's Burning.

p.s. yes, in fact, due to the recent over-exposure in sunday styles, sex is now officially over, at least in manhattan. sorry. the good news: you can still get it on behind walmarts and in quick-e-mart parking lots in the midwest for another year or so.