Club style: animal attraction

Hello, kitties

Thanks to my brother, who’s eight years younger, I’ve developed an adolescent sense of humor; anything about farts, anatomy and animals sends me into a fit of giggles. You’d be positively embarrassed of me at an In-N-Out drive-through, where I can’t resist ordering my food “animal style”—not because I think it tastes good, but because it cracks me up. So you can imagine my belly-busting delight at seeing an influx of animal prints in the club scene, like these ferocious cats spotted at Blow Up L.A.