This is the location I worked at, years after Kanye West had his birthday at Miss Lily’s Soho (read Kanye West’s Miss Lily’s Birthday Bash). Here are a few guests who celebrated with him that evening: Beyonce, Scott Disick & Jonathan Cheban. Make shit up where? Had the idiot haters read what a black woman wrote instead of invalidating me for the same reasons, they wouldn’t be going to hell. The fuck. Everyone who’s anyone knows me (read 2020: The Year The Scale Tipped To Evil).
That place was the Studio 54 of restaurants. Anna Wintour was our nemesis. Chair of the community board, she refused to grant a full liquor license, because of owner Serge Becker. Despite contention with the establishment I earned her approval (read The Elusive Anna Wintour). Anna Wintour making me walk the ice paved sidewalk as a runway, while wearing sky high over the thigh leather boots to get to work, is one of the highlights of my LIFE. A nightmare and a dream. I’m major.
Everyone said Beyonce was an overly generous tipper, having dined there once more outside of Kanye’s birthday. I never met her, but had the displeasure of serving Kelly Rowland and Lala Anthony. The former left less than 10% (read Kelly Rowland And Lala Anthony Are Trash). I also met Solange Knowles and made a fool of myself. Opening my mouth to say hi as she stared dead at me, while sitting outside for brunch, right in front of the entryway. Starstruck, not a sound came out. And yet, my mouth remained open. So embarrassed. Never breaking eye contact, I watched Solange conclude I’m slow.
That being said, if you had the audacity to run your mouth defaming me, use it to fucking apologize. You wouldn’t be here without me or Lewis Dvorkin. You better buy and earn more time, hubris won’t be tolerated, Kali & Shiva. Via: Getty Images
Updated: 11/18/2025 11:58am