This Sunday, an old assistant of mine, Norisol Ferrari (like the car), will present her line of bespoke creations at a fashion show at Safe Harbor NY, that 5000-squre-foot loft space at 446 Broadway just north of Howard. I went to a few great events there this past summer, and this figures to be fab. I'll give Norisol a plug here because she has traveled real far to get to this moment, and her story is entwined in the fabric of New York nightlife. Her biological parents gave her up at 11 -- first her mom, then her dad -- and she was a guest of various unsavory New York State facilities for girls like that. "That set the tone for the rest of my life," she says without a visible tear or even a whimper. The state facilities were like prison -- "I couldn't live there, so I ran away to New York. Another runaway took me to a club because they were warm and safe and rarely closed back then. The drag queens took care of me."