By Lilia Menconi A Katrina pool photo. People person or not, interaction with undesirable personalities is inevitable during the course of a life. Thankfully, we get to pick our friends. And now that I’m pushing 30, I’ve finally perfected my craft of surrounding myself with truly phenomenal folks. I prefer…
Think Jesse Ventura and your mental image may very well be the emotionally traumatic sight of his jiggling crotch bulge, clad in purple iridescent fabric. Still, though ’80s wrestling spandex may have propelled the man’s career, he’s due some credit for his stints as a Navy SEAL and the former…
Gone are the days when tattoos meant prison time or biker trash. Now, tats imply disposable income and a high threshold for pain – a sexy combo. Women swoon with one look at Corey Hart’s endless swirls of color on A&E’s Inked. And don’t forget that mega-hard-core babe Kat Von…
By Lilia Menconi We liked these people. To look at more people we liked, check the slideshow Anytime we can kill two birds with one stone, we are all about it. Business meeting over lunch? Sure thing. Pedicure with a facial? Yes, please. Shower and a blowjob? Oh, why not?…
Arty Girl, Phoenix Art Museum, Jumpsuit
Ah, Carnaval, the debaucherous Brazilian street party riddled with sparkles, feathers, and grabby hands galore. It’s usually reserved for spring, right before all the Jesus lovers in the world restrict their normal states of debauchery and perversion for Lent. Somehow, they believe that a measly 40 days of self-control redeems…
Think Jesse Ventura and your mental image may very well be the emotionally traumatic sight of his jiggling crotch bulge, clad in purple iridescent fabric. Still, though ’80s wrestling spandex may have propelled the man’s career, he’s due some credit for his stints as a Navy SEAL and the former…
By Lilia Menconi Silverio Blackout Party on Saturday, August 30th For more, take a look at our slideshow. And, yes, it happens to be muy caliente. So maybe we spent too much time in Spencer’s Gifts when we were 14-year-old mallrats, but we’ve always been suckers for black lights. Sure,…
By Lilia Menconi Bats II If you’re at all a part of the downtown art scene, you’ve surely found yourself sharing a Bikini Lounge booth with strangers. That’s how I met Kathryn Pinto. She graciously let my best friend and I join her highly coveted booth on the evening of…
The under-30 crowd made one helluva showing in the 2004 primaries, contributing to a leap from a measly 9 percent of the electorate in 2000 to 17 percent this year, according to The Center for Information & Research on Civic Learning & Engagement. We’re hoping the ballot-boothin’ kids keep kicking…
Fibber Magee’s on Friday, August 22nd By Lilia Menconi These ladies are wild. Just like our slideshow. It’s not often we haul our cookies out to the East Valley for some cocktails. But being that Fibber Magee’s has established itself as a staple of the area’s nightlife, we just had…
By Lilia Menconi I’ve always given myself a big, fat pat on the back for being somewhat self-aware. Usually, I can admit to my flaws without too much of a problem. So here’s a little confession: I grew up in the suburbs and I’m a consumer. I can’t help it…
For many of you, the last time you heard reggae was when you toked up some shitty pot in your first Tempe apartment as an undergrad. You and your buddies wasted the afternoon away while wearing ASU T-shirts and Umbros, eating Gus’ pizza, and listening to your sweet three-disc CD…
By Lilia Menconi Check our slideshow for more of this nonsense. We’re not going to make any tired observations about how Mondays suck big-time. Okay, maybe we’ll point out just one: It’s the toughest day of the week but, somehow, it’s the least socially acceptable evening to go out and…
By Lilia Menconi By The Mighty Human Race Lincoln’s face – which I personally can’t decide is attractive or not – is one we’ve seen a million times over. In fact, I don’t think the image even registers for me anymore. At most, if I see the guy on a…
So you’re at a club on a Friday night. Live bands, DJs, hot babes, and drinks galore. But don’t forget the bladders. All of them ready to explode as you wait in an endless line with other bloated bellies. It’s just not a club night without the anticipation of the…
J-Heads, Club Candids
Weston’s life was as sensual as his photographs.
Walk into an art gallery on a First Friday and you’ll see people with drinks in their hands, chatting and laughing — not noticing they just knocked a painting with their elbow. But the crowds at a contemporary art show at, say, the Museum of Modern Art in New York,…
By Lilia Menconi Mmmm. Boobies. Now check the slideshow. If you happened to be a ’90s rocker (pick your flavor — butt or punk) in Phoenix, you surely caught a Plinko or Pelvic Meatloaf show as you made your rounds among the Nile, Party Gardens, and the Mason Jar. The…
Ah, the beloved T-shirt. First worn by the Brits in 1880, then called “under vests” by those same blokes (what a bunch of dorks), they weren’t accepted as outerwear until a very tasty Marlon Brando stretched the cotton fibers over his lick-worthy torso and made every red blooded woman in…
On a recent monsoon-ravaged July evening, people were showing the love on Marshall Way in Scottsdale. The Thursday night art-walk crowd was sporting white buttons with phrases like “your thumb print on my skin,” “I could jump into you . . . and land without consequences,” and “you could give…
