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.

So, I warned you that I'd be whipping this horse, but as far as I can remember this is the first time I’ve gotten an IMDB listing. Yes, I’m talking about the Limelight documentary again, and since I was one of the players at the now defunct club, I am a player now. That statement has so many layers, so I'm just going to ponder it. Celebrity lawyer Benjamin Brafman attended the premiere and was applauded loudly when his name appeared during the credits. He got Peter Gatien off. Gee—I hope I didn't spoil the ending.

I'm sure at one point you’ll be sick of all the chatter about the Limelight film opening this week, but I think it's significant and I'm going to write about it. Maybe there will be a Pacha movie, or a Marquee movie, or a Provocateur movie—but I doubt it. Limelight: The Rise and Fall of New York's Greatest Nightclub Empire is a documentary that deals with certain happenings at that club and the other three joints Peter Gatien owned and operated back in the day.

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.

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 the weekend at the brilliant Gramercy Park Hotel. It was a blogger thing with fellow writers and editors from Nylon, Huffington Post, Urban Daddy and Mr. and Mrs. Smith cocktailing and dining. Even my old pal Scott Solish from Eater was there. It was breakfast and dinners and fine wine and strolls through the ultra private Gramercy Park. We slumbered in feather soft beds in rooms with views. I always look gift horses in the mouth, kick the tires and ask direct questions while looking people right in the eye, but nobody wanted anything of us “except to experience the property.”

Yesterday, prior to my trip up the river to visit my old friend Michael Alig, I posted a status update on facebook: “Off to visit Michael Alig in the joint..... Oooh it makes me wonder.” The ensuing firestorm of comments of support, disgust and dispute continued all night and into this morning. The concept that “clublic” enemy number one, the notorious party monster, will once again walk amongst us evokes serious emotional reactions. Michael told me that he will most likely be released sometime between this August and October. Comments on my facebook page ranged from “Thank god” to “God damn him to hell forever.” Many reported the facts of the case, many chose to remember a Michael before the drugs and infamy. I have been on this emotional roller coaster for many years. Michael has, before and during his incarceration, been a friend and a betrayer, a partner and an enemy, someone to admire and someone who disgusts me. I was joined in the visit by Larry Seidler, who flew in from San Francisco to meet me and mete out tough love to our friend in that tough prison.