Because you look soooo good without make-up (or photoshop).

Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop has been in operation in Greenpoint for 60 years, the last 20 of which under the current ownership. Each year the pastry shop marks (a little under) the half-way mark for the New York City Marathon. Throughout the day, tens of thousands of runners pass directly in front of the shop and without fail, Peter Pan is on the streets encouraging (the slowest) runners with trays of (free) freshly baked donuts.

Here's a fun game: the first person to correctly identify the gentleman in this image will be invited to partake in ONE margarita on our roof. No trolls please, you must be of age, and you have to get yourselves to our NYC offices on your own dime.

I spent two hours this morning trying to learn how to say "Pleased to meet you" in Amharic. Girma Yifrashewa, one of Ethiopia's most renowned classical musicians and composers, is in NYC for a performance this Saturday night at Issue Project Room, and I snuck into his rehearsal.

Last week James Ramsey and Dan Barasch hosted their annual Lowline Spring Benefit Concert at The Box. They had a supergroup of performers that included Au Revoir Simone [their website has a weird gif of humping clouds], Andrew Wyatt of Miike Snow, members of Kuroma and touring members of MGMT. The music was great, the drinks were plenty, the half naked women hanging from the ceiling were half-naked, and the wallpaper in the place was incredible (except for the pattern with the little boy in a speedo—that one was kind of creepy).

Norman Avenue Laundry has been separating, washing, unloading, drying, loading, folding and occasionally eating socks in Greenpoint for over 35 years. If you have more than 22 pounds of laundry and think your time is worth at least $2.50 an hour, it is cheaper to drop it off and have it done than it is to do it yourself. Assuming they use Wisk™, this is probably the best deal in Brooklyn. NOTE: They no longer fold G-strings.

Hi team! My name is Victor, this is Dodge&Burn, and we are Gawker's newest bastard child. D&B is an image-based site that will, in Susan Sontag's words, "participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, [and] mutability."

Just off the Staten Island ferry—which happens to be free and sells beer—in a Staten Island castle on top of the hill, Penguin's Molly Barton, Lisa Weinert Consulting's Lisa, and The New Yorker's John McElwee hosted a garden party for New York's literari, native Staten Islanders, and kids. There was a fire pit, a fish pond, mint juleps, fiddles, vodka infused watermelon (that ended up on the kiddie table) and lots of kids (complaining about how bad the watermelon was).

I have no pictures of the 300 people that showed up to Avenue on Thursday after for Absolut's second Lunch Break—I was too busy dancing to shoot. Questlove played an hour long set that was almost entirely Stevie Wonder, which was incredible. On my way out they handed me a bagged lunch with an excellent PB&J and a banana. Not a bad way to spend a lunch hour.

How could Dennis Rodman not be happy on his 52nd birthday? Cheetahs Gentlemen's Club & Restaurant treated Rodman like a king (or like anyone else that was willing to pay $150 for a bottle of booze); he was in the company of a bunch of strippers and strangers, and they re-named the VIP Sky Lounge in his honor.

Brooklyn's Princess Israel dominated the women's division of the 30th Annual 'Bronxboro' Arm Wrestling Championships. Princess, the one with no lipstick and pink fingernails, was a woman of few words and a swift attack. New Jersey's Chris Nittoli took home the title of the strongest right arm in the Bronx and Chris Tsintavis (Bayside) the strongest left.

At 11:30 PM last night, close to 400 people gathered around the southeast corner of
8th street and 6th Ave. This is where Mark Carson was assaulted, shot, and killed, less then twenty four hours earlier.

STREB, the award-winning dance(ish) company founded by Elizabeth Streb 28 years ago, held their annual Action Maverick Benefit last night. THE MAN from Man on Wire was there, a real life Thomas A. Anderson (see video below),She-ra, Fabio Tavares, the bionic man, and all of the Planeteers were in attendance.

PHILLIPS [formerly Phillip de Pury & Company] has had an interesting couple of years. They decided to move their Meatpacking District offices to a scary building in midtown, their former chairman, and one of reality TV's best and brightest, Simon de Pury, stepped down, and there have been endless rumblings about self inflicted mercurialism within the organization [we, of course, can not verify the latter because the art market is effectively unregulated, totally opaque, and entirely relationship driven—and that is the way they like it].

The Arrested Development promotional team was handing out pre-packaged chocolate covered bananas in Columbus Circle yesterday, as AD fan frenzy continues before the show's return on May 26. Bananas were had, costumes were worn, and undercover cops arrested two men. Thought they were unrelated to the AD team and were arrested for preying on unassuming tourists without a permit, this is like a meta-episode within itself.

Susan and Michael Hort have been scooping up cutting edge artists before they become household names since the mid 1980's. The Horts were two of John Currin's first supporters, they count Kehinde Wiley among their friends, and they probably got the Elizabeth Peyton painting that hangs in their bedroom in exchange for a cheese sandwich when Peyton was first starting out. The Horts know how to find talent early, to collect deep, and hold until it is time to get out.

It is time that we all sit down and have a(nother) conversation about gun control.

PULSE NYC was serving mimosas at 8:50AM on Thursday morning, and people were guzzling them down. By 9AM Tora Lopez and Lisa Lozano were tanning, Tim Youd was finishing up the first chapter of Tropic of Capricorn, and one of Tim Lewis' friends was out on a run. While everyone was drinking (or running), I sat in the corner—in Gucci Loafers—eating fruit skewers and Franco Mondini-Ruiz's bloomburgers. Busy morning.

The after party for Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater's, Ailey at the Apollo, is arguably the best three hours of dancing New York City sees every year. There are legs for days, sunglasses indoors at night, and at least a million dollars worth of designer heels in the place. The best part of this year's party were the bathrooms.

Donald Trump launched FundAnything by giving away $80K spread unevenly among three suitcases, ten ($5K) checks, and at least 20 arm fulls of cash. There was lots of high fiving, hug giving, back patting, and money touching. I just hope everyone washed their hands after : money is dirty.