So a friend (who prefers to remain nameless) and great publicist from R.Couri Hay Creative Public Relations, handles Stash, a club I recently completed, and Elsinor, which I am finishing up. I've known her forever and she is the tiger you want in your tank when you need some ink ... press (if you need the other ink ,a tattoo, then Three Kings or Graceland serve me... well but I digress) She pitched and placed an article about me which talks about her clients in Crain's, and that's a big deal. I had mixed feelings about the piece which, while blowing me up as this design hero, brought up my checkered past, including my conviction for being part of an Ecstasy sales ring while I was director of the Tunnel, Club, USA, Limelight, Palladium. It also mentions my year in prison. Some people thought this was an unfair attack, or old news, or unnecessary for the story. A debate raged on Facebook, on my phone, and in emails and among friends about the value of the article and whether it was actually a positive thing. I called her up and she gave me this spin: "Your past has helped shape who you are today, and it's a testament to the quality of your work that you've remained a player in the design industry for as long as you have. Clearly, there's no end in sight." I'm buying into that.

She may be the daughter of former New York nightlife kingpin Peter Gatien—he of Limelight fame—but she’s not content to linger in his shadow. Far from it: With more than a dozen movie-producing credits under her belt, Jen Gatien has made a name for herself.  at doesn’t mean she’s forgotten her roots, though.

The new documentary focusing on the rise and fall of Peter Gatien, Limelight, (which features Blackbook's Steve Lewis) debuted in New York this weekend and it’s clear that the “King of Clubs’ isn’t going to let the newfound attention pass him by. His kingdom toppled by investigations of drug use and deported back to Canada for tax evasion, he’s poised to reclaim his crown with a new TV show and has plans for a new hotspot in the works.

Since Limelight opened, I’ve been getting calls. Most think the person who played me was good, although not as handsome as the real me—just kidding. For those not in the know, it’s a documentary and I was me on that screen. I was not the person who used to be Steve Lewis. That person lurks buried inside me as my stint at the University of Pennsylvania, Schuylkill and a whole lot of other learning and calming makes me look back at wonderment that he... was me. I talked to Limelight director, Billy Corben about the movie. I love Billy and think everyone else does too.

I am weak from Fashion Week. I have writer’s block and writer’s cramp. I'm discombobulated, disillusioned, distressed, disabled, dyslectic, disappointed, and disturbed. I don't know which end is up and I'm feeling low down. So, today this will be short and sweet and not too neat. Tonight I will follow one of my not-too-lost leaders Nur Khan to Hiro for Crystal Castles. He says there might be "more after" and I believe him, as he's a truthful human being and delivering a good time is his mission.

As I walked the red carpet at the Limelight movie premiere">Tribeca Film Festival for the Limelight movie premiere, I was swarmed by a half a dozen TV film crews and twice as many photographers and reporters. Someone asked me what it all meant, and I replied with a Winston Churchill paraphrase: Winston once said that history is written by the victors, and maybe this was an attempt by some parties to claim victory. There is little doubt, especially upon seeing the film, that the story of the Peter Gatien era in NYC ended badly, with the government behaving badly—to say the least. However, to rewrite the history and have no blame fall on the parties involved is a disservice.

Smells like teen spirit! Actually it smelled like a million cigarettes. My travels and travails took me to Circa Tabac, where my pal, DJ Uncle Mike, was offering Smoking Lounge Sundays. Circa Tabac is one of a handful of NYC places where smoking is permitted -- and therefore celebrated. Located on Watts Street by that umbilical cord that attaches Manhattan to the hinterlands (otherwise known as the Holland Tunnel), it is the cutest little spot. Sitting there, listening to Mike’s varied tunes, it felt like the old days—before regulations took the edge and threw it over to Brooklyn and other exotic lands.

The 2006 documentary Cocaine Cowboys is a lot like the drug itself: fast-paced, fun, and addictive. Naturally, after the film came out, ardent fans were left jonesing for more of Jon Roberts, Mickey Munday, Griselda Blanco, and the rest of the yay-smuggling crew – which led to 2008’s excellent sequel, Cocaine Cowboys II. But coke being coke, people still needed more. Now, filmmakers Billy Corben and Alfred Spellman are dropping a definitive Cocaine Cowboys Remix in 2011, along with a Cessna-load of wild, only-in-South Florida flicks. They recently stopped by the Townhouse hotel on a crisp Miami afternoon to talk about the five new projects their company, Rakontur, has slated for the new year, and how our very own Steve Lewis is involved (of course).

I watched the LeBron James saga play out on ginormous screens while enjoying dinner at the Hudson Hall restaurant, at the Hudson Hotel. Me and mine dined before my DJ set in the Library. A beautiful, ultra-rock crowd with appropriate hair filed in and greeted each other, indifferent to the hoopla about the hoop star. Each time I visit the Hudson the crowd gets hotter, and there are more recognizable downtown types fooling around. The place has a Vegas grandness to it without the tackiness, and the 5 hour flight. Everywhere you turn well-appointed lounges and bars host gatherings of revelers. Superstar DJ Alex English had a room pumping with his crew, while I joined Miss Guy and Kelle Calco’s swarm in the library. I was told that legendary lady Justine D will take over the Tuesday night DJ duties from Lady Starlight, who is touring with Lady Gaga. In the giving credit where it is due department, blog superstar lady Brittany Mendenhall had the Lebron going to Miami scoop. She confidently told everyone that she knew he was heading there. She said, “I won’t tell you how I know, I just know,” and I didn’t argue with her. I’ve rarely won an argument with her. Her “inside” info proved to be spot on.

I spent yesterday in Queens with my family celebrating Father’s Day. It was real nice, underscoring what is important in this world, at least for me. Dad is my reality star, having fought in World War 2 and survived a Great Depression that makes our own woes seem trivial, and raising us kids with his old school and honest values. Mom and him have been together for over 60 years. When I got back to Manhattan, it was off to Goldbar to say goodbye to Natalie Glanzman, who has been my assistant for a bit. There was a birthday party for a friend as well, and everyone was to wear lingerie or bed clothes. Seemed like a good idea on paper, but looked quite odd in reality. Goldbar honcho Jon Lennon told me that he always considered me one of his club fathers, me and Mark Baker both. We’re his co-dads. I got a lot of that yesterday on Facebook, and in texts from people who see me in this light. Uncle Steve might graduate to Father Steve if I stick around long enough. After 2 marriages and no kids, I just assumed I had been shooting blanks.