Fussy

Photograph by Giulio Ghirardi for AD Italia. Last weekend, while many gay guys were at Honcho (look out for a dispatch from Devin next week), I was doing my own kind of camping by going to the movies. Instead of shitting in the woods I watched Gregg Araki’s I Want Your Sex and Olivia’s A24 baby The Invite back-to-back: a Miss Wilde double feature.

The interior of Sky Ting; Pocari Sweat, available at Akari Sauna; Nike compression shorts; David protein ice cream. Composite made with ChatGPT. Dear Fussketeers, it seems I’ve fallen into a sexy little wellness routine (SLWR). It goes like this: I do a class at Sky Ting—get a free week here, you’d be a hot dumb little bitch not to (oh, but maybe that’s your game??)—and then drop into Gasoline Alley across the street for a dirty matcha, the logic being simply: green.

When my friend Shyam, a fashion writer, said he was going to Montreal for shits and giggles I was like, wait—can I tag along? The city seems to be on everybody’s bucket list, but never near the top. After popping my Canucky (Canadian cherry…no?) earlier this year I was feeling intrigued enough to book…and I have thoughts. But first, some housekeeping notes. The “What the Fuss?” opener thing I’ve been doing to start these emails has heretofore functioned as a summary.

Composite image made with ChatGPT. Archival sofa image via The Millie Vintage; Charli XCX photograph via Harper’s Bazaar.

WHAT THE FUSS? Athena Calderone, Rafael de Cárdenas, Peter Som, Eric Schwartau, Dana Arbib, Willie Norris, Sophie Lou Jacobsen, Jackson Howard, Erik Maza, Arielle Assouline-Lichten, Felix Burrichter, Brendan Fernandes, Matthew Placek, Hunter Abrams, and Javier Irigoyen sound off, in no particular order, on their most memorable club experiences. The responses are partially on Instagram, with full answers included below for paid subscribers.

There was a moment during the Barry’s x Balenciaga class I took the other weekend when I was uncomfortably reminded of myself at maybe ten or eleven, trying out for softball. Or maybe just playing it recreationally? The specifics are lost to time, but the broad strokes outlining the impish ghost of my childhood are this: I was standing in line making fun of the other boys who went up to bat, mocking their swings, their stances, their effort.

Me in my little Audi that I rented! This was my favorite rental car I’ve ever had, but I forget the make and model now. She was a vibe.

A rhinestone-encrusted Paris sweatshirt by Payton Barronian; Librairie 7L. Is it coincidence or kismet that my friend Payton released a Paris-themed capsule collection this week?? I bought a rhinestone-encrusted heather gray baby tee to really get myself in the appropriate headspace to write this sexy little dispatch from the City of Light.

On branding problems, successful partnerships and fab fabrics. At the opening for the new Lawson Fenning collection, Bosque. I started “New York design week” early because, honey, if I see a gun I’ll tell what you what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna jump it. A huge thank you to Kouros for organizing a very fun, very revealing panel at Soho House the Monday before the madness. Sexy? Design.

The comedian-writer's first furniture line with Sabai is here. WHAT THE FUSS? You’ll notice that subscriptions have now been turned ON.