Auld Lang Syne

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon; The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gone. New Years Eve has come and gone, and with it the quintessential New Years Eve ballad. While I must admit, it does seem dubious that lyrics refer to the “flames” generated by endless sparklers sported by skimpy women transporting over sized bottles of Veuve Clicquot, it makes a good story right? Our first New Years in NYC, and our last New Years at LAVO, I think it’s safe to say we rang in 2013 in style (especially Amir, I mean look at that black watch)

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It’s Saint Nick In A Box

                It's Saint Nick In a Box

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house…well, you know how that old crap goes. Contrary to what the jingle might suggest, on this Christ’s  un-birthday we creatures WERE stirring, As merry models stepped out from the strobes to stand behind the camera, with digital and analog blending worse than week-old eggnog, a glorious catalog of Christmas cavorting came to life. Yet now that Christmas time has come and gone, a question still lingers, where you naughty or were you nice? The jury is out on this crew, but one thing is for certain, we certainly gave the Thanksgiving Post a run for its money. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!

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