After spotting a struggling future tourist on Yelp, who was receiving very bad information on what to do when they visited New York City, we were compelled to help. After all, those tourist dollars are precious to our economy. So, we reached out to some of our favorite locals—like, ones with Verified Twitter accounts—for their more knowledgeable recommendations. Behold, future tourists, your new tour guides: more ›

You may know Brad Walsh for his music, or his photography, or his jewelry design skills, or even as the super supportive boyfriend of designer Christian Siriano (as seen on Bravo's "Having a Moment" earlier this week). And by the time you are done reading this interview there is a chance he'll have conquered some other creative corner of the world (keep up on Twitter). Walsh's remix album, titled "Unhitched, Restitched" is set to drop this summer, but for now, get to know the man behind the mixing boards, the camera, and the gorgeous rings. more ›

Earlier this week Yuengling wasn't being very helpful in letting Brad Walsh, who was physically assaulted by a truck driver delivering their product, know who to contact to file a complaint. When we asked the company what company hired the driver so they could be contacted for a quote, they also refused to disclose any information. However, Walsh has let us know that he finally got a hold of the distributor, and the driver has been fired. He wrote on his blog last night: "After the distributor was notified of the incident (albeit nearly a week after the incident occurred and was reported to Yuengling, and merely a matter of hours after the story was reported by several news sources) they called the driver and his union in to discuss. I have been told that the driver was terminated." more ›

Last week Brad Walsh (nightlife photographer, musician, Christian Siriano's boyfriend) recounted an experience he recently had on Spring and 6th, involving a hostile Yuengling truck driver.

A delivery truck driven by a guy on a cell phone was turning and almost hit me and another guy. Me and the other guy put our hands up like "what are you doing," but we didn't say or mouth anything to the driver. The driver (jacked) got out, followed me down the street (not the other guy), called me a "faggot" several times, punched me really hard in the jaw, knocked my stuff onto the sidewalk, and went back to his truck. Then when I looked at his license plate to memorize the number he came back, called me a "faggot" again, and asked me if I was going to "be a bitch" and "tell" on him. I got the plate number, though, and the name of his company from the side of the truck.