written by: Jaap Proost

ON a moonless night, in the starkness of the locker room at Xclusive, after working out for two hours, I’m feeling good. The gun in my locker is an Uzi which cost me seven hundred dollars and though I’m also carrying a Ruger Mini ($469) in my Botega Veneta briefcase and it’s favored by hunters, I still don’t like the way it looks; there is something more manly about an Uzi, something dramatic about it gets me excited, and sitting there, Walkman on my head, in a pair of two-hundred-dollar black Lycra bicycle shorts, a Valium just beginning to take effect, I stare into the darkness of the locker, tempted.


- Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho -