I usually leave stuff like this to Low Culture, but I’ve gotta comment on the new Time Out New York about NYC clubs.
Three summers ago the Voice ran the same cover.
I know this because that’s Eliza Jane’s hand on the cover of the Voice. It went on newsstands the night of our first date. Nothing beats an icebreaker like “Hey look, I’m on the cover of the Village Voice.” Eliza doesn’t want me to tell you that she used to be a hand model.