Who Is Serge Becker?

Serge Becker is an integral figure in Manhattan nightlife. In the 80’s he started as a DJ with eclectic taste, being involved in both the punk and hip hop scene. Then he became the art director of legendary nightclub AREA, a major celebrity hotspot which filled the void of Studio 54’s closure. It’s just so crazy, growing up I admired AREA for it’s artistry in invitations and themes, so to work for the person behind it was surreal.
Joe’s Pub, La Esquina, The Box, Miss Lily’s, he’s directed videos for Nine Inch Nails and is now the creative director at the Museum Of Sex.
Personally, I think of him as an interactive artist, since I’ve seen the impact his designs at Miss Lily’s has on people; the way it affects their person, awakens, stirs, loosens something within. No one enters those spaces and leaves unchanged. Soho is easily my favorite: the record tables, record covers as wallpaper, smut plastered on the wall behind the service station, the difference between the front and back of the restaurant. This is why I was his favorite, don’t get me wrong he had a few, but I was most like him. That artsy, erudite, socialite, party, old school glamorous, scandalous, rock n’ roll, about the b.s, cool Manhattanite. A reminder to him that the splendor of New York hasn’t utterly vanished.

Serge is the one thing I miss most about Miss Lily’s. He saw me as a person, not a caricature. While he would ignore most people, literally not saying hi, he adored me. We talked about art, drugs, the social scene. One Christmas he literally brought his prime rib down just for me, completely ignoring Simi the bartenders attempts at conversation.
He didn’t assume anything about me, he asked.

On my birthday he sent shots, champagne and dessert to my party of 15. Probably one of my best birthdays yet, everyone had the best time, no one remembers it. All of us felt we were in a fever dream, probably because the bill was $750 and I kid you not, on GOD, there was $100 TOPS, TOPS, spent on food (not including endless free shots). I kept trying to order a meal, it just didn’t happen. My co-workers were stunned by our ability to drink like fish. We were wasted beyond belief. I got a text the next day from some Italian guy I met on the bathroom line, no recollection. He started off with an inside joke too…awkward af, I didn’t know what he was talking about.
Serge made sure to send me a list of his favorite movies on my birthday, since I was a film minor at one point and we loved movies. We loved art in general, but film was our thing.

Anna Wintour on the other hand abhors him. She’s the reason Miss Lily’s Soho doesn’t have a liquor license, selling soju and sake as substitutes. As head of the community board, her objection was due to Serge Becker’s involvement in establishments like The Box.

I opine something went down between Anna & Serge, crossing paths on the 80’s art scene. No one can convince me otherwise. Anna Wintour as an enemy is major though. Again this is where I met Mick Jagger, our regulars were celebrities. This place was the Studio 54 of restaurants. I saw Anna twice outside Lily’s, three times total in my life.

When I exited on terrible terms, my co-workers reported Serge was crestfallen. Thanks to the complicated nature of things I won’t go into, I had to leave him behind. But, I know he’s watching knowing he was right all along, I’m extraordinary. I’ll never forget our David Bowie moment (read Serving Looks,Serving Maripol), they were friends.

I’m fortunate to be woven into the tapestry of people I grew up revering. It was an honor working for Serge, even when he was playing mind games. Even when he was insanely OCD, like the time he came into Graceland complaining everything was a mess before an event. No one agreed.
“What’s this?”
“What?” Melody, another server and I say in unison.
He then proceeds to pull an entire iron out of nowhere, staring at us. It’s my belief that he planted it behind the couch as a test. Serge always knew I was a star, no one knew I’d be an icon though (as in I conned those hoes into incriminating themselves and emptying their pockets). There you have it the Serge Becker I’m constantly talking about. Via: Aleim Magazine & Gawker

Supermodel 101: Patti Hansen

Not only was she Vogue’s cool blonde, but she’s duality incarnated. Patti Hansen has a chiseled, open broad face, yet dainty features; she’s simultaneously the wholesome girl next door, with an athletic build, and a wild seductress with pillow lips and large feral eyes. The hottest thing to ever come out of Staten Island was scouted and signed to Wilhelmina ASAP at 16. In the 70’s she had a wild child reputation, often running around sets naked. In her defense she’s a Pisces and was born on Saint Patrick’s Day, the odds were stacked against her.

This hot girl is one of the most iconic glamour supermodels to come out of the disco decade and muse for the likes of Andy Warhol, Arthur Elgort and Richard Avedon, she still graces the biggest covers to this day (In Style, Playgirl, New York Magazine, Harper’s Bazaar and GQ to name a few) and has been the face of major campaigns (Revlon, Versace, Dior, Calvin Klein). A Studio 54 legend Patti can pull off any hairstyle (layered, long, pixie), beat cancers ass twice and is one half of one of my favorite love stories with her marriage to rock god Keith Richards. Her family didn’t approve of their courtship, a meeting that ended with Keith smashing a guitar and Patti crying, but true love persevered. The soulmates who met when Richards got her a bottle of champagne at Studio 54 have been married for nearly forty years. The supermodel rockstar pair have two kids, which hasn’t stopped her from being the subject and muse of eponymous book by Ivan Shaw and strutting down runways, despite living a quieter life. Rock goddess, free spirit, reformed party girl, call her what you want, but once a bad bitch, always a bad bitch. Which Patti shoot is your favorite? Photos: Cosmopolitan, Calvin Klein, Getty Images, Vogue and Richard Avedon

Alexandre Vauthier Fall 2020

Glamour at all cost, no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing. I love this couture collection. Can one wear these dresses without feeling themselves? There’s no way. The body is adorned by these garments. It’s giving me modern Studio 54 and Old Hollywood all at once. You would sooner catch me on the beach in that gold dress with boots, than wearing sweatpants in public. Personally I rather be done up than under done, LA casual is not the vibe for me. Which look is your favorite? Do you prefer comfort or would you prefer to suffer for a look? Via: Fat Anna Wintour

Supermodel 101: Jerry Hall

Rapunzel in real life, the long hair don’t care Texan is the definition of GLAMOUR (pronounced glair-merrr), with signature styles so deep she’s easily the most emulated supermodel in drag culture. Exhibit A: although she looks hot with red or blonde hair, no other model in her field has made fiery locks iconic. Exhibit B: of course signature hues have a matching pose, running both hands through her hair on either side of her head is Jerry’s. Exhibit C: over the shoulder minimum 20 inch wave coiffure, depending on the rest of the get up one could easily pull off straight tresses, but the outfit has to be Exhibit D: over the top gowns and accessories from fur throws to dangly earrings, think Dynasty darling with a hint of Jessica Rabbit. This Studio 54 regular has covered covers for decades, with a diamond like bone structure that shines iridescent when made up.
A muse for the likes of Andy Warhol to Thierry Mulger and the most renowned photographers (from Helmut Newton to Terry O’Neill ) after being discovered on a beach in Saint Tropez, the striking legend went on to marry Mick Jagger who stole her from Bryan Ferry. The two have four kids together. Although she’s done many things, she’s most major for surviving her marriage with Jagger at his most rakish, without doing jail time. Deadass. In solidarity I watched Kept on VH1. Nothing stops a bad bitch for long, the stunning model and activist went on to bag billionaire Rupert Murdoch. She’s still got it, legendary. Which photo is your favorite? Via: Bertrand Rindoff Petroff, Antonio Lopez, Andy Gotts & Helmut Newton

Current Mood: I’m Back

Gave up wine for thirty days. Heading to the wine shop asap rocky to purchase an organic Pinot noir. In the meantime I’ll be sipping this tequila and coke. Time cannot be retrieved so I won’t spend a second moping when so many haven’t and won’t wake up. It’s Saturday adapt baby. How are you spending time? Photo: Nostalgia Puff