Fiercely Correct Art - Maria E. Pineres showing at DCKT. I’ve known Maria since she was a brilliantly before-her-time teen rocking Sprouse & Alaia at the 80s Palladium in the Mike Todd room. She’d done many things over the years: model, muse, OCD graphic-obsessed repetitive artist, best friend to too many count, interior decorator, proud aunt to Master Schellenbach, for the past 10 years creating the most insanely yet abstractly detailed needlepoints depicting vintage 60s & 70s porn imagery mostly, but also venturing into the arenas of fashion and celebrity portraiture (her Eminem is classically correct). Her new show was a chilled-out affair of old 80s pals reconnecting and getting a chance to catch an artist so obviously at the top of her form and selling out to boot. Go girl. Plus it was a blast sneaking cigs with fellow artist painter Erika Keck, whom I’ll be featuring soon. She in the painter of her generation to watch. TRUST.

Style Exiles - Juanita More is the ruling and most caring & giving queen working the San Francisco scene. Her party, Booty Call Wednesdays, is tres gay and a must-stop and disco drop for connected homos and sassy friends alike. This beer can & diva-sunglassed pose has that Latina La Trasha style we all love.

The Stuff You Need Now - Emily Payne used to design an SF-based line called Brick that excelled at magically morphed 40s vixens meshed with Star Wars Ewok hoodies taken to gloriously oversized proportions. Her new LA-based collection, Payne, is a bit more grown up but no less cutting edge, mixing asymmetric layers and future fierce proportions. Emily photographed above wearing a Payne one-piece by Isaac Payne.

Tag You're It - A recent jaunt to Bushwick yielded some of the finest examples of street art in this rather rough 'n' ready yet couture & cute neighborhood. Everywhere there is correctness to behold -- brazen taggers marking their territory for visual trick and treats. I wanna single out the mommy from John & Kate Plus 8, which is kinda touchingly creepy in a colorforms-gone-wrong way.

Street Treats - I have been gagging on all the correct kids I come across on a daily basis lately. From the divine mistress of the theremin, Armen Ra, after her performance du jour at Participant looking especially chic in a backless dress and cigarette. Manileke has one of the coolest names I’ve ever come across and amazing capacity for counterfeit astonishment when it comes to literally tweaking his nipples. He was one of the more unique specimens at Folsom Fair. Finally, Natalie Cora is an accessories designer who I caught doubling as a make-up artist on West 23rd Street, shooting one of the hopefully many more commercials NYC needs to help bolster its embarrassing economic crunch berries. Her uber-correct tilted pom-topped cap and shrunken munchkin vest were serving major style overload on a particularly dry fashion-wise day.

What Would You Wear to the Second Coming? - Kangol modeled by Zane. It’s a question I often ponder since they keep trying to shove it down our throats that ze endz timez is near. Oy. I prefer to fantasize about the few, distinct items of clothing I would need to get me through to the afterlife. Henceforth, a new section where I showcase the shiz that I would actually wear and need to keep wearing if, ya know, we were all about to bite it. I know I’m sprouting angel wings, but my head is going to be turned out by that urban streetwear (and unfortunate Samuel Jackson obsession, but that’s another story) hat force, Kangol. This summer seasons styles are a strange ode to "I Want You Back"-era Michael Jackson (which is why I styled it on a young white boy. Oops, sorry) and two-tone cool linen newsboy caps that instantly transform any tired basic ensemble into a fierce fast-food fashion fix.

The It Girl of More than the Moment - I discovered Lindsy Salerno three years ago when she was a wisecracking Betty Page meets Snow White 16-year-old with a penchant for older men and brazen books. She was already a regular on the punky EV scene, but because of her cat-eyed and alabaster-skinned good looks always stood away from the crowd. Three years later this modern but softened supervixen spends her time playing electric guitar, working at a record company, and modeling for those lucky enough to get her to sit for them. See I have an in. I’ve grown up with her and still haven’t come across anyone as brassy and bossy, severe yet sensitive, looking for trouble in all the right places since.

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