On the eve of its 10-year anniversary, the popular lesbian hangout Le Pulp is closing. The building it’s in was recently sold to property developers who are unfortunately converting it into luxury flats.

The small consolation news? The wild, delirious nights do not end tonight as it was previously thought. According to the schedule, Le Pulp will sneak in another two months of cutting edge electro music. That’s just enough time for me to go back to Paris and party with the girls on a Wednesday or Thursday, when guys can go in and, I hope, Ivan Smagghe and DJ Chloé are working their beat thumpin’ magic.

In another odd case of closure, Old Street’s 3-floor boozer 333 had to shut its doors last month after it was slapped with an ASBO (Anti-Social Behaviour Order). Fortunately, it has re-opened since.

P.S. We did think of making an ASBO T-shirt but the hip folks at A-non were miles ahead of us.

A must-see for design junkies, Magma is a cool indie shop in London that sells books, magazines and also T-shirts. With a shop near streetwear central Seven Dials and a bigger one near the famed school of art and design Central Saint-Martins, it was the only place I found that carried T-journal, the trade magazine for the tee industry.

I’m back in Montreal for a couple months. No it’s not to avoid April showers in London. Over the next several weeks, I have to take care of some admin stuff like registering the company in Quebec, opening a business banking account and getting an Internet merchant account to handle payment on our site. This long-drawn-out series of paperwork is mainly why we stuck with Paypal for the February launch.

If all goes well, we should have 6-9 new tees, model shots of the T-shirts, and an in-house payment option by the end of April, when the T-shirt wearing season begins in the Northeastern Seaboard and in Europe.

This is our very predictable twist on Philadelphia’s iconic Love sculpture. We usually don’t like flashing our logo on T-shirts, but we feel it’s appropriate and necessary on this design. Without the logo, the vinyl O just looks a tad too empty.

On Monday, I wrapped up the partying circuit in Madrid at Palacio de Gaviria, a 19th century palace restored as a discoteca. I mainly stood at the back watching kids in their very early 20s prancing with grown-ups well in their 40s in a predictable set of mainstream music spanning 80s pop, hip-hop, eurotrash and commercial house.

Back in London, with my sleep schedule still set in Madrid time, I went to Nag Nag Nag, one of the best Wednesday parties in London, at the Ghetto. Tucked in an alley just steps away from Tottenham Court Road, this gay bar welcomed a more hetero crowd (90%?) on this “polysexual” night.

On Thursday, a friend from Zürich and I toured my favourite watering holes in East London: Cafe 1001 off Brick Lane and T Bar on Shoreditch for Berlin style dark, minimal house, and Favela Chic for some swing and 70s funk.

At the weekend, I went with a couple of mates on a culinary trip to Palermo and Cefalu. As Sicily’s not known for its exuberant nightlife, the lone trendy place for thirtysomethings we found was at Tribeca, a Japanese/Western fusion restaurant/bar on via Mariano Stabile. Didn’t matter if there were other cool places around as I was in no condition to bar hop after a shot of grappa and a gin tonic that was really 90% gin and 10% tonic.

Image courtsey of Eventoplus

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