Welcome to the new age of the club kid. He may be far less flamboyant and slightly less irreverent than his predecessors, who swarmed around Limelight circa 1990s and cut some moves at Tunnel yesteryear, but oh does he have style. We aren't talking about the long line of stylish eccentrics wrapped around Greenhouse on a Sunday night. No, we're talking about the guys you see here.

He has moved away from the crazy raves at the Limelight, ditched the disco balls for laser lights, the drum ‘n’ bass for dubstep and the party favors for a smooth drink on the rocks. He is the epitome of Prince. So quiff that hair, steam that blazer, wink at the mirror and smile for the camera—it loves you. That’s right, you're VIP and no ID. Now let's “Party and Bullshit”—hey, you only live once, right? Read Less