I've hung out with Liam McMullan in nightclubs for about 21 years. When I met him he was in no condition to even say my name or, for that matter, much of anything else. It wasn’t because he was inebriated or under the influence: it’s because he was a baby. A party baby. New York nightlife grew up with Liam. His famous dad, photographer Patrick McMullan, is a constant at fabulous affairs, openings, and shindigs. Patrick's documented the scene since the Warhol days. He is one of the good guys in a biz that sometimes attracts baddies. Liam's gal Aesha Waks and I are old friends as well. Through her I've rekindled my friendship with Liam. They are constantly in the papers and blogs, constantly doing interesting things. They are usually inseparable, but I managed to get a few questions in as Liam rushed off to DJ at Eastside Social Club, a place his dad owns a piece of.

An evening of art, music, and drinks provided the ideal atmosphere at Bowery Hotel for Art Rocks! The third annual benefit -- hosted by John Whitledge, Arden Wohl, and DJ Berrie -- was a late starter, and many thought it was over before it even began. But the slow build created a lounge setting that put everyone in a drinking spirit. The patrons took their time perusing art and swiping snacks early on, with easy access to the bar. After around five or six stiff ones, things started to get weird.

Second only to the race to the White House, was the race to find Lydia Hearst's replacement as a guest columnist at Page Six Magazine, after her dramatic departure from the weekly gossip rag. Well, the race is officially kaput with the hiring of Liam McMullan, son to event photographer Patrick, to chronicle his meaningful life and sober encounters with New York's sort-of elite. His godfather Michael Musto is responsible for breaking this breaking news, and for that, we thank him.