Hanging on the ledge. Swinging from the scaffolding. Rocking jeans and T-shirts or slipping into a ball gown. Anything can happen in a New York night. And hometown buzz band The Virgins are on it. See full gallery, and also be sure to check out our behind-the-scenes video. Photography by Roxanne Lowit; styling by Elziabeth Sulcer.

Armed with the season's most futuristic fashions, sartorial warriors battle for the survival of the fiercest. See full gallery. Photography: Seiji Fujimori. Styling: Elizabeth Sulcer.

Contrary to the admiration he inspires for roles in Six Feet Under and 24, as well as films The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Lie With Me, Eric Balfour, 31, is not quite a star yet, at least in his own mind. “I guess I haven’t really achieved a comfort level, where I feel like I’ll always have work. I’m always like, Oh my god! I got a job! That’s amazing!” says the hunk who played a mysterious biker in last summer’s Quentin Tarantino romp Hell Ride, and who clocks major screen time in this fall’s thriller The Horseman, directed by Jonas Åkerlund, not to mention Frank Miller’s supernatural cop film The Spirit, due in December. Equally shocking to the actor is his cachet as a model with a resume that includes the cover of L’Uomo Vogue and campaigns for Dolce & Gabbana and Valentino’s male fragrance, Valentino V.

This month, Bill Maher delivers more fire and brimstone -- and laughs -- with the release of Religulous, his pontification on the absurdity of organized religion. Here, the cheeky devil exorcises his demons with his list of top ten things that bug him.

1. The “too cool to dance in the aisles” people who stay seated during Mamma Mia!

2. When the Jacuzzi jets fill your trunks with air and make your ass float to the surface.

Celebrity stylist Rachel Zoe has survived media beatings of a viciousness ordinarily reserved for bottomless heiresses and ex-Mouseketeers. A-list clients (“Zoe-bots,” if you’re nasty) catapulted Zoe, 36, to infamy. But the tabloids were also the nexus point between high fashion and low culture (Lindsay lurches into paparazzi-fire with handbag; handbag sells out globally within 40 minutes). Zoe capitalized on the frenzy with the creation of her own signature brand. Here, the Long Island sunglasses come off and it becomes clear that there is more to Zoe than hippie headscarves, eating disorders and caftans.

Our fashion shoot with NYC rockers The Virgins for BlackBook's October issue demonstrates a time-honored natural progression: beer leads to dancing leads to cross-dressing. Big ups to the fine shooters at Two Penguins Productions for crafty assemblage.

Nothing like a morning-after greasy plate of deliciousness to help recap the adventures of a night of revelry. BlackBook caught up with Blondie’s Deborah Harry and her buddy Justin Bond, aka Kiki, the boozy chanteuse of downtown cabaret duo Kiki & Herb, for some frank coffee talk about the pleasures of the night for this issue. More than just a time for her to live it up, Harry also unleashes her creative powers in the after-after-hours, hatching her iconic songs before the world at large rolls out of bed. “Being in the city, staying out all night and facing the dawn offers an amazing perspective,” said Harry. “It’s a very creative time.”

It's no mere coincidence that the celebration of our nightlife issue was held at (gasp!) a nightclub. It was something we meticulously planned: to have almost 10,000 bottles of Dos Equis beer and the appropriate number of mouths to drink them. But in Monday night's case, surplus was a plus. Santos' Party House, that downtown default, hosted sword swallowers, contortionists, Elvira fright-waitresses, and Dos Equis, who were scouring the premises for the most interesting man in the world's assistant. See a gallery of the shenanigans. After eleven, a random metal band takes the stage upstairs, while downstairs, Cut Copy and the Presets spun their own after party. We however, opted for backstage, where bottles were emptied, bowling balls bowled, and glass (and hearts) shattered.

This fall, the Cleve won’t be our only city that rocks harder than Bret Michaels after a blowout. Deadheads and club kids band together as New York welcomes the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Annex to its fashionable SoHo district. Centered on “Greatest Rock Moments,” the new outpost will feature collectibles such as Madonna’s Keith Haring jacket, Bob Dylan’s harmonica and Keith Moon’s boots. All are fun cultural artifacts, if not a touch predictable. Here, BlackBook asks designer and music freak John Varvatos, whose recent Bowery retail location breathed new life into the iconic but defunct jam space CBGB, to list the 10 items that should have made it into the collection. Elvis fans, be forewarned: studded jumpsuits have been thrown out to make room for airborne pork, bloodstains and private parts.

Rei Kawakubo doesn’t care to have her photo taken. The Commes des Garçons visionary would rather allow her designs -- unusual, asymmetrical aversions to traditional beauty -- speak for themselves. And so they have. When first discovered on a Parisian catwalk in 1981, her idiosyncratic pieces were cast aside as “Hiroshima chic.” But Kawakubo stuck with it, clothing subcultures throughout the streets of Tokyo until being embraced by vanguard sartorialists and cutting-edge outsiders in North America, inspiring such modern iconoclasts as Helmut Lang and Martin Margiela along the way.