words and photos by Joshua M. Jenkins (@callmefag) Most runway shows and collection reveals require attendees to have endless clout, a bajillion Instagram followers, or hold some stake in the buying or selling of the brand. As much as I pretend to be Rihanna, I am (sadly) aware that, unlike her, if I walked into NYFW without an invitation, I would likely be tased. I was surprised and delighted when BCALLA - along with Hardeman, and Jimmy Paul - invited normies like myself to

If you’ve been living under a rock for the last few years (or you’re a member of the U.S. Congress), you’ll be surprised to know that Facebook makes almost all of its money by selling our data to advertisers. Every time we share a meme, stop scrolling over that ad for erectile disfunction pills, or tag Cardi B in an appreciation post, that information is compiled and analyzed by Facebook, then sold to companies who push us targeted ads (so we, ya know, spend money on their pr

My pre-summer (May) New York vacation this year was, thus far, no less than ideal. I shot and interviewed for The Set Standard's debut feature, ran into and met the talented illustrator Richard Haines outside a Starbucks in Soho, and uncomfortably laughed myself to tears at Comedy Cellar. Now, it's Sunday morning - approximately 1:00am. I stand idly outside of Metropolitan - a bustling gay bar in Williamsburg whose bathrooms have seen more blow than a wind farm. I inhaled my