Kitty Bawler wants to know: Where can we find this Wall street homie, turned Casio playing, A.R.E Weapon, NYC biker hitting the waves and catching his first tube this summer? (Image: via, of course, oui oui, The Purple Diary)

Montauk, brah?

Which calls to mind something out of Point Break:

Johnny Utah: Okay. I get it. This is where you tell me that “locals rule”, and that Yuppie insects like me shouldn’t be surfing the break, right?
Bunker Weiss: [smiling] Nope.
Surf gang: That would be a waste of time…


Kitty Bawler is back…finally. After a five-year stint of silence, the hip have once again spoken. Having been around the block, she’s studied the trends and inner-workings of all the uber-pretentious, black labeled culture of the downtown New York crowd.  She’s cynical and a bit jaded. She detests aviators. She’s patient and doesn’t mind writing about, you know, cool people.