Let's be Studio 54

I’m the white horse

I'm Bianca 2019, who can't think of anything you wants to talk about less than Studio 54

I’m Liza with a Z.

I'm distraction.

I'm all the cocaine.

Without me, most of you fuckers would be boring as fuck.

I’m Carmen D’Alessio. Without my little black book and dealer connections, this dump would never have made it.

I’m the balcony. I AM the origin of the term “nacreous layer of precum”.

I'm Jerry's musky snatch, chaffing against polyester stretch lace.

I'm the amyl nitrate.

I’m Brooke Shields. Age 14. Year 1978. This is my friend Mariel Hemingway. She’s dead. I went to Princeton.

I'm the sad sacks they'll never let in.

Lawdy R5 ! That pic made my mouth water. I could almost taste it.

HALSHTON!

No R10 Mariel ain’t dead! You’re idiotically mistaking her for Margaux.

I'm a basic bitch's side eye to Pat Cleveland

I am me !!! With one of my many elder gay fans !!!!!! Even then !!!!

I'm a fashion misstep.

I'm the MDA, its because of me and the amyl nitrate that rubber banquette beds were needed in the balcony.

[quote]I’m the balcony. I AM the origin of the term “nacreous layer of precum”.

It's PERMACUM you stupid twit!

What happened on the balcony?

I’m Mark Benecke. Doorman. Right place. Right time. Am I dead to me? Not sure.

I’m Hamilton Jordan. Jimmy Carter’s Chief if Staff. I got fired after Dan Rather reported I was doing blow and having anonymous sex at Studio.

I’m the entrance hallway after you got by the doorman. I am where you hear the muffled pounding of the bass of the music. You throw your coat somewhere around me and will never see it again. You don’t care. I know that. And I make your heart race a little faster in anticipation.

I'm the cash hidden up in the ceiling tiles. No one will ever find me!!

I’m Morgans Hotel on Madison in the 30s. I am Ian Schrager’s first step to coming back. And I am actually the progenitor of the “boutique” hotel. Cher lived in me for six months.

I’m this song.

I'm hot, hairy young bartender and aspiring actor Alec Baldwin.

[quote]I’m Mark Benecke. Doorman. Right place. Right time. Am I dead to me? Not sure.

I'm Al Corley, I was the much hotter doorman.

I am the sky-high viral loads — 1 to 2 million /mL — circulating within the bloodstream of the skinny barbacks.

I'm the moon and the spoon

I'm JFK Jr. Steve Rubell wouldn't let me in.

I'm with R5.

I am herpes

I'm R33

I am a beautifully written movie about the era, ruined by the terribly anachronistic, unconvincing production design.

I’m Faye Dunaway here with Sue Mengers to get a drink from one of those “little Homo boys”.

I'm Disco Sally.

Hi I'm Nile Rodgers. Have I ever told you the story about when 'Nard and I were turned away at the door on NYE and went home to write Le Freak? Originally it went 'Awww...fuck off!' Only 30 times in the last hour? Wow...

R38, Good story. Linked are more details.

R38, R39, Linked is Le Freak, originally intended to be called Freak Off.

I'm Farrah, here with other dead celebrities.

I'm Eileen, the coatcheck, prettiest girl in the place.

Muriel Hemingway was beautiful

It's Mariel and Margaux (who is pictured above and killed herself in the 90s). I think Mariel was the prettiest, and still looks good for her age. Both sisters were beautiful though.

I’m Betty Ford. Having a drink with the girls. Make mine a double.

I'm Ryan Phillippe, can I come in?

In 1978 I had three friends visiting NYC from Michigan and they wanted to go to Studio 54. I was apathetic about it but we went. I was the only one who got in. I actually saw Bianca Jagger at a table in the back. I left after 15 minutes when I saw they weren't letting my friends in too.