Dish, Dirt and Drivel - Off his rocker ...

My apologies to the local artist rep whose semi-erotic dance routine atop a restaurant table I chronicled in last week’s Loaf. After reading the piece, she kindly pointed out in an e-mail that I confused her orange stilettos for pink. And though I could have sworn she lit a cigarette after her performance, she also assured me that she does not smoke.

ART TALK: Though the past week seemed pretty quiet on the arts front, the Feb. 5 Art Papers auction at the 24,000-square-foot Mason Murer Fine Art gallery drew a couple thousand attendees. The place was packed. Congratulations to the artists - and those art enthusiasts who were lucky enough to win their bids (unlike me).

SHOP TALK: The new Barney’s Co-op held an invitation-only opening party on Feb. 3 at its Phipps Plaza store, formerly Abercrombie & Fitch. Hundreds of people showed up - including every fabulous gay man and every think-she’s-fabulous blonde - to sip cocktails and peruse the trendy collections. The highlight of the evening was the arrival of Simon Doonan, fashion aficionado, author, and creative director of Barney’s New York.

SHIT TALK: Last weekend, a fight erupted at Fontaine’s in Virginia-Highland. Someone pushed someone else, a racial slur was uttered, a scuffle ensued, and the guys involved were thrown out. It wasn’t until after the fact, however, that everyone in the bar learned the guy who’d started it all was none other than former Atlanta Brave John Rocker. Rocker embarrassed Georgia nationally after revealing during a Sports Illustrated interview that he didn’t want to sit on a train “next to some queer with AIDS” and therefore would never play for a New York ball club. During the same interview he said, “I’m not a very big fan of foreigners. How the hell did they get in this country?”

It’s nice to know Rocker’s behavior has remained consistent - even if his pitching has not.

dirt@creativeloafing.comIf you have any tantalizing tidbits about anyone or anything worth knowing about, send them my way. Really, I won’t tell a soul.??