"Chic is being comfortable in one's skin. For us it could mean trekking through India in shorts and sandals with a knapsack on our backs or dressing up in a Dolce & Gabbana dress and a Zegna suit with friends at dinner overlooking the Sydney harbor."

- Anne and John Schadler Power couple

Naomi Arin Art Adviser/Gallerist
"The two hours I give to myself in the morning, right after I wake up. I really have no interest in living one of those 'get up and run out the door' lifestyles. After the first hour, I spend another with my husband. We drink coffee together and play with our dog, Gizmo. We talk to stay connected and gear up to join the world. I used to think that I was so flexible and easy (which I think I am about most things), but I can't live without those two hours of very specific time-both accompanied by copious quantities of coffee."

When we last took leave of our errant adventurer (me), I was spinning a fanciful little yarn about Cher. So, here 'tis: Cher's 62nd birthday brought all sorts of fans out of the woodwork. Some I never would have expected-little old ladies with blue hair from the U.K. and the like- alongside die-hard fans of the here-and-queer variety that you just knew were going to be there. Now, months before Cher queried about turning back time, my friend Jimmy James already had bought tickets on-line to this concert. Jimmy had also (by way of his longtime best-y, Larry Edwards, a.k.a. Hot Chocolate) booked a gig at Piranha, arguably the chicest gay bar to hit our shores in some time, very hip, very swanky and overseen by a kid with a good head on his shoulders named Johnny Bacon.