My generation of clubbies seems to keep adding to the list of recent deaths. Braden Keil of the New York Post passed away this past week. To me, he was always one of the real smart kids on the block. He was able to grasp the complexities of the world I analyze and see it for what it was, without letting all the trappings distract him. He was a great, fun, and honest man who took the time to listen and encourage. When my world went south, he encouraged me, believed in me, and helped get me through the rough times. He was one of the nicest guys I've ever met. The recent passing of downtown designer and icon Abbijane also came suddenly; she suffered a massive brain hemorrhage last Thursday and had surgery but died the next day surrounded by family and friends. I remember Abbijane from the Mudd Club days when she was invariably on the arm of DJ David Azark. To me they were the perfect couple, always dressed well and hanging with the smartest of sets. As our paths crossed over the years, we were always friendly, but I didn't know her as well as some did, so I asked Walter Cessna, a good friend of hers, to write a few words about her. Walter is in Florida and was unable to travel to Abbijane's service yesterday, but he had a lot to say about the iconic Abbijane.