People are under the impression that I’m doing coke off strippers’ asses every night but in truth I’ve mellowed considerably since the Age of Terror began. The debauched galleries at Last Night’s Party capture the manic energy of the old days, when I’d spend several nights each week with the party-all-the-time crowd. Looking back, it now seems like a job but all the same I’m glad someone out there is still burning the candle at both ends. (Galleries at Last Night’s Party)