Oh, the scribes of the gossip columns are a very sexy bunch, this we do not dispute. All we’re saying is, we can’t forget the seductive, intoxicating charms of The Belt Buckle, that proud head of a lion guarding the very essence of Lowdown’s magic.
We know that technically the belt buckle hasn’t written any snappy headlines or gotten any good digs in at the New York Post, but we think it deserves credit just for being so damn compelling on its own. Surely it has loosened a few lips in its time? And no, don’t call the belt buckle Shirley. It is all man, every gleaming ferocious inch. Which is why we hereby nominate it for Hottest NY Gossip.
Gawker, we wish you luck in winnowing down the nominations and tabulating the votes. May hotness prevail.
Lloyd Grove’s Lowdown: Scoopy, sexy, and surprisingly fashionable [FishbowlNY]
Lloyd Grove: “The belt buckle wasn’t mine” [FishbowlNY]
Thomas Friedman’s Mustache plus Lloyd Grove’s Belt Buckle? Where are my smelling salts? [FishbowlNY]