A WALK THROUGH LIFE
From my friend getting kicked out of Le Baron for taking off his shirt like it was an Abercrombie outlet store to dropping in on an art exhibition and meeting an insanely driven Russian artist who felt like she would eat yo baby for a shot at success.
THEN WE HAD A COOLEY HIGH MOMENT (don’t kill me)
THEN WE WERE OFF TO THE RACES.
Before our Alley Shoot, we stopped off at FIG 19. That’s a nice place, like a crisp sort of cocktail bar with the pretension dialed back. It’s from the same owners of Home Sweet Home and is right upstairs from that perennially packed bar and performance space.
We were off to the new 205 Christie, which is now an eatery called Cocktail Bodega and it uses only the basement as a party space, and that space is named Cocktail Bodega Underground. The upstairs looked like a healthy type spot, like the roti/juice bar attached to Miss Lily’s. But we were there for the DJs downstairs. Eli Escobar, Llyodski and Chicus to be specific. They tore it up. It’s a tiny room and the sound system pumps and makes you move (but c’mon, in a room that size it would be criminal if it didnt), although I left before my friend Eli got on and he’s my dood! Back to the Halo Sunday days 🙂 Next time though.
DUDE WAS GOING BACK TO THE FUTURE
Then it got busy, Von, Lit, Pablo’s studio.
THEN SUDDENLY WE WERE AT Ale Et Ange
AND THEN SOME TRUNK SHOW DOWN IN TRIBECA
Side note: We tried to blag our way into the Tyra Banks charity event that night and I didn’t know why. I haven’t done that in years and it was actually funny to see how the staffing was handling it, especially Pablo’s insistence that our gallery put us on the list! But at $1000 a plate, I hope they raised a lot of money.
From the Trunk show it was off to Les Barons for the shirtlessgate, then a stop at Lil Charlie to say hi to my friend Artan Gjoni and do a two-step downstairs. From there we went to something at the Thompson Hotel on Allen, which wrapped up my night.
The next night I was motivating to Park SLope for SNAP CRACKLE. Big up Agent Trevor. Oh, and I got called a nigger by an old, drunk, skell of a white man in Park Slope. On 5th Avenue and 6th street. Kinda weird and sad.
BARCLEY CENTER IS ON & POPPIN’
Looks a bit like Vegas on that corner
SNAP CRACKLE done, Cosmo Baker kept the feets a dancin’
Then it was SUNDAE4SUNDAYS At Voodou Bar
IAM POPULA and the SUNDAY BELTS ripped it
SHOUT TO FREI AND VINCENT for a quality Sunday party
First time seeing TAMARA DAVIDSON
And although I didn’t get any flicks of him performing SOLOMON CORTES was the truth. Guitar work and vocals were tight!
THIS MAN IS DANGEROUS