This is the best purse in NYC and it costs less than four pounds of premium chicken breast.

The knife makes me a bit uneasy, but thanks for asking.

Over the last 48 hours there has been a re-emergence of the appreciation of hot-dog-legs, so if you have them, show them.

[Image submitted by Daniel Hanks]

So are used q-tips.

Last night, Tanisha Scott auditioned hundreds of kids, ages 6-13, for the 16 competitive spots on the 2014 Brooklyn Nets Kids Dance Team and it was incredible. There were moments where I felt like I was in the gymnasium of the same school that Beyoncé was eating apples in—which, by some odd form of the transitive property—made me feel like Beyoncé.

BOFFO, a 501-c3 dedicated to supporting and creating public art, presented The Brandon Show, a performance art piece by Los Angeles-based artist Brandon Herman, last night at Hotel Americano. The piece is a talk show of sorts (think The View) that addressed audience-generated questions, in between incessant coffee drinking and impromptu dance parties. During the performance, Herman's co-hosts, Shannon Coffey, Jonjon Battles, and Evan Hoyt Thompson called upon Amanda Bynes' spirit at which point things got crazy.

It was raining on Fire Island this morning.

Cock In A Butt, NYC.

DJ Lina Bradford is unquestionably THE Queen of Fire Island. Thursday through Sunday nights, Lina brings down the house at The Sip N' Twirl with her old school hits and her new school looks.

A pair of shorts, shot on Fire Island, from a limited edition collection designed by London born, Los Angeles-based artist Kesh, for American Apparel.

On a roof in the Lower East Side.

Michael Urie had lots to celebrate at his birthday party last night. He had a great run on Ugly Betty, his current project "Buyer & Cellar"—a one man play in which Urie plays a shop attendant hired to manage the shopping mall in Barbra Streisand's cellar— is loved by James Franco, and his portrait was recently hung on Tony's Di Napoli Broadway Wall of Fame.

Half an hour to the grocery store, 20 minutes to pick up friend, another 12 minutes to the beach, plus the 15 minutes spent finding a place to park: Cape Cod is beautiful, but you spend a lot of time in a car driving up and down the Mid Cape Highway.

Dealing with Time Warner on the phone or in person is generally not something I, or anyone for that matter, enjoys doing. But thanks to one fine gentleman's dance moves, this morning was an exception.

On Monday afternoon, Freshpair.com tried to rally 2,271 people to come to Times Square to break the supremely unimportant Guinness World Record for the largest gathering of people in their underwear. They failed at breaking the record but it was a nice try anyway. Please note that the images below are NSFW.

Lower East Side, NYC