Much to my delight I discovered this gorgeous creature at the nightclub Griffin on Tuesday night. Griffin is in the highly questionable meatpacking district (that I always call meatmarket district –as a freudian slip, not intentionally) It used to be a questionable area because it was known as the place for trannies and prostitutes. Now it's questionable because it is full of poorly dressed Gossip Girl wannabes and men in midlife crisis. Which is why clubs like Griffin have the occasional stroke of genius to hire people like my friend George Perez to have parties there that will attract a different crowd...and let the others "experience" real NYC.
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