My brother Matt and I are not visual artists,” says Eleanor Friedberger, one-half of the brother-sister duo the Fiery Furnaces, while cutting maps into shapes of the various states and countries mentioned on her band’s eighth album, I’m Going Away. “Not at all.” Regardless, the wildly inventive Brooklyn-based indie-rock band is always up for a challenge. When invited to create an art project on BlackBook’s office walls, they came with sketch books in hand, Eleanor in an oversize shirt that could function as a smock if need be.

Jumpsuits have dotted countless designer collections since graduating from garages to glossies more than two decades ago. Recent versions have evoked the printed one-pieces of Mick Jagger and Freddie Mercury, while hearkening back to the velvet ropes of Studio 54 and even hitting upon haute meat-locker garb. The ubiquity of today’s jumpsuit has made it more of a seasonal staple than a runway one-off, with every major house -- from H&M to Chanel and YSL -- touting their own signature versions, finally giving the onesie its much-deserved 15 minutes. See full gallery.

In the old movies, Cagney or Bogie would show up at an alley door, produce the secret knock and a gorilla in a suit would squint through a peephole, opening the gate to the hottest joint in town. After handing over the password -- “Joe sent me,” or, “I’m a friend of the family” -- and a palmed sawbuck, admission was granted. Inside, there were swells in swanky tuxes and flappers in sequined gowns dancing to a 20-piece band. These were the covert clubs of my black-and-white TV youth.

If you caught our interview with Juliette Lewis, you saw her incarnate famous rebels like Mick Jagger, Bonnie Parker, Bettie Page, and Coco Chanel. Now feast your peepers on this bonus gallery of behind-the-scenes outtakes of Juliette's versions of Mick, Bettie, and Bonnie. See full gallery. Photography by Mary Ellen Matthews; styling by Ting Ting Lin.

Here at BlackBook, we pay a lot of attention to where cool customers go out -- bars, clubs, restaurants, shops, hotels, you name it. So why not flip the frame and let you see where we go out? Here's a periodically updated, exhaustive list of hotspots currently favored by everyone at BlackBook, from the mighty bosses down to the humble interns, from the charming local lounges around the corner to the jet-setting temples of luxe living.

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● Editorial Director/Editor-in-Chief - Ray Rogers, Café Mogador (NYC) - Hummus, crack-caliber coffee, and outdoor patio for primo people-judging and "novel writing."
● Creative Director - Jason Daniels, Babettes (East Hampton) - Don’t let the word “organic” turn you off .
● Executive Editor - Chris Mohney, Pegu Club (NYC) - OCD cocktail heaven. Pith helmet and ivory cane optional.
● Senior Editor - Nick Haramis, The Jane Hotel and Ballroom (NYC) - Latest smash from Sean MacPherson and Eric Goode gets all Edwardian on the WVill.

In Quentin Tarantino’s latest WWII rampage, Inglourious Basterds, Eli Roth kicks some major Nazi ass alongside Brad Pitt. Here, the Splat Pack sergeant and Hostel director exercises killer taste by revealing the soundtrack to his Third Reich smackdown.

In my big scene, I beat a Nazi soldier to death. I wanted the audience to feel the pain and anger of every Jew that was killed in the Holocaust. I had to look like an animal filled with pure rage and violence. So, we’re out at this 200-year-old fort in the middle of the woods in Berlin, and I’m in this disgusting, dirty room in the back. A pull-up bar is set up for me, along with a makeshift punching bag and a bench so that I can do triceps dips and lift weights. I’m back there, in this cave, for four days, waiting to come out. By the time Quentin is ready to shoot my scene, I’m sweating, heaving and ready to kill.

Jumpin’ Jack Flash! We certainly had a gas with the ebullient Juliette Lewis, who took on the diverse roles of Bettie Page, Coco Chanel, Bonnie Parker and Mick Jagger for this issue devoted to the act of creative rebellion. Each one of these individuals, in their own way, defied convention in their heyday as much as Lewis herself does. The Oscar-nominated actress made the radical decision at the age of 30 that she could no longer resist the call to rock. She stepped off of “the hamster wheel” in Hollywood a few years back and got down to the business of rock ’n’ roll. Her soulful intensity and raw self-examination come through full-throttle on her new record, Terra Incognita. But thankfully, she’s back on the big screen, too, with four new films due out over the next year (and a brutally candid interview).

Guides by Bravo: “Bravo-lebrities” inject a little more “real” into their reality TV lives by sharing with fans their go-to places to eat, drink and shop. Top Chef foodies divulge the locations of their favorite meals, Millionaire Matchmaker Patti Stanger points out top-notch places for first-date drinks, while The Real Housewives of New York suggest spots to drop major dough on diamonds. GBB offers an insider’s look into classic haunts and hidden gems in 34 globe-spanning cities, carefully curated by Bravo stars. Want to know where Alex McCord chows down? Look no further. —Cayte Grieve

Most people know Baltimore by way of HBO’s gritty drama The Wire: a rotting playground for corrupt politicians and bloodthirsty gangsters. But Rye Rye (born Ryeisha Berrain), a laid-back rapper with amphetamine rhymes from the city’s hardscrabble east side projects, has nothing but love for her hometown’s spirited club scene. And even though she’ll drop her debut LP this fall, on M.I.A.’s N.E.E.T. label, the 18-year-old music sensation doesn’t intend to leave town any time soon. “I plan on staying with my family for a while,” she says, “while repping that B-more sound.”

As the wickedly electric Georgina Sparks on TV’s Gossip Girl, actress Michelle Trachtenberg transformed from Jane Doe into this generation’s Joan Collins. Here, the star of NBC’s upcoming medical drama Mercy sharpens her claws.