Mostly I love its Jazz and Sketch sessions. Each Tuesday, and the third Thursday of every month, the packed, drunken room (the Society members drink like it’s 1925) draws models like sword-swallower Heather Holiday and burlesque queen Dirty Martini. And there’s Lex Grey singing hot, husky  jazz, sweet and sinful. It all puts me in a mind of Toulouse Lautrec and the mostly-lost kinship between theater folk and artists.