Just when you think you’ve seen all the weirdness NYC has to offer, you stumble across a party like this.
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Showing posts with label events. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Kiss & Fly Prep
Wednesday December 12 2007 10 PM
Kiss & Fly 409 West 13th Street
New York, NY 10014
Please join us for the opening of our latest venue from Wednesday December 12th to Saturday December 15th 2007.
You will discover a great space that we have designed to be your new home away from home. The next four nights will be filled with surprise performances along with some of the world's most reknown DJ's.
We are counting on your presence to make this opening week very special.
I heard about it the sticky bowels of Pink Elephant, now this hotspot hopeful is actually here.
I, for one, am especially hopeful. I need something to warm up my winter in a non clubbing-in-a-mosh-pit way. I’m hoping for something genuinely fun…dare I say classy? Most likely I’m setting myself up for disappointment, but optimism's a good quality, right? Or is that only outside of 212? Regardless, I need to think positive: I’m Pink-ed out and Box-ed out. Socialista, Goldbar and Beatrice are so pretentious that even if you’re fortunate enough to get your group in, you can check any hope of happiness at the door. Cipriani’s Upstairs and its nearby neighbor and namesake Upstairs (good luck not confusing the two, they’re both in SoHo) still provide space where one feels they can actually let loose, yet enjoyment only ensues if you inebriate yourself into a state of semi-consciousness.
Bring on something, anything, else.
As far as DJ line-ups Kiss and Fly's got Brian Ling. Marco Peruzzi, Stan Courtois from Monaco, Philippe Paris from Corsica and Olivier Berger from South Beach. For all the “who’s opening it” and club "investor" info I refer you over to Guest of a Guest.
To my knowledge, Kiss and Fly hasn’t yet been reviewed or written about in New York Magazine. So that’s a good start. And despite being in the failed club Aer’s carcass in Meat Packing, the place might have a shot.
Updates after my attendance...
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Model Behavior’s Quote of the Month
I was recently at a friend’s post-scavenger hunt birthday dinner, a party concept so genius that I’m displaying a section of the invite here:
You knew this day would come and now its here. You finally get to show your love and support of the world's biggest tourist -
Needless to say, conversation around several large dinner tables in Little Italy after the scavenger hunt’s completion consisted quotes like:
“Did you guys get a photo with a midget?”
“No. We could only find a dwarf.”
“How many points for a midget?”
“Ten.”
“Ten. I thought it was twenty!”
“No. Twenty points is for documentation of gay sex.”
“Do teenagers making out in a bathroom stall at Macy’s count?”
“We got kicked out of FAO Schwarz. And Saks.”
Sadly, I was leaving this delightfully raunchy crowd a bit early to meet up with another friend at a nearby Sushi joint, but I asked them where the party train was headed later.
“Mason Dixon in Times Square,” the birthday boy proudly informed me. “We’re going to ride the mechanical bull.”
Me [distracted, not hearing him over the party noise]: Great. We’ll see you at Amazing Dicks later then.
The entire thirty-person table falls silent, then the laughter’s deafening.
Mason Dixon = Amazing Dicks.
Freudian slip?
Who knows.
I giggled along with them before making a not-so-graceful exit. I console myself with the fact that I was being taunted by people wearing fanny packs.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
T-Mobile's Cell Service Sucks but their Social Events Do Not
How many of us New Yorkers have been invited to these theoretically ‘red carpet’ events that a) ultimately fail to have a red carpet and b) are void of the priorly promised ‘free drinks.’ Come to find out, a carpet color cannot guarantee a good time. Hence I was suspicious when I received invites to T-Mobile’s red carpet launch for The Shadow – their new ultra-cool PDA gadget that has the ability to run your life and drive your car. A Blackberry on steroids. Geez. After the all the iPhone hype this is just what we don’t need.
The event was taking place upstairs at the trendy Bowery Hotel, an area reserved exclusively for private events. Considering Bowery is walking distance from my house, I couldn’t come up with a strong enough list of reason of why not to go. I threw on some skinny jeans, suede autumn booties and thoroughly enjoyed strolling there with my faithful companion the iPod Mini (yes, my Mini is still working after all these years and it only had to have its brain rewired twice. Thanks Apple Care.)
Despite the fact that I loathe T-Mobile since as T-Mobile subscriber I couldn’t get cell service in my own apartment in the center of Manhattan – explain that, I’m not going to bash their party because as far as New York product premieres go, it was one of the best I’ve seen.
Let’s start with the shallow stuff: The people were ridiculously good looking. I don’t know who paid Elite Model Management to stack the place with foreign hotties, but they did an excellent job. Girls five foot ten inches and above flocked around stilettos, all dressed tastefully and all acting respectably – no stripping and dollar bill tossing like the distasteful display at Nikon’s event. The open bar was indeed OPEN. It was also accessible as the place was full without being annoyingly packed. Bowery had some lovely outdoor terraces as well as a large center dance floor with a pool table, a living room space with a fireplace, and a band, which provided live music.
They also provided a fortuneteller. Random, but appreciated.
Most importantly they supplied snacks, including yummy lemon squares. When was the last time I indulged in the yellow gooeyness of a lemon square? "Too long ago" is the answer. T-Mobile gets major points for this. If only they could apply their good sense in pastry-making to cell phone service…
Also amusing was this illustration of promotional model torture. I thought about serenading her with Lumiere’s solo from Beauty and Beast, but opted out. I didn’t want to wake her.
Talk about sleeping on the job:
Apparently celebrities like Just Blaze, Lupe Fiasco, DJ Clue, and Mims attended the event, but clearly I was too distracted by the lemon squares and figuring out if the Bowery fireplace was real or a remote controlled fake to notice their presence.
As the party died down and the band packed up, we hopped in a cab to Goldbar, which for the first time ever was actually crowded and borderline ‘fun.’
You all may have noticed that this blog has taken a New York nightlife focus this past week. I realize that’s pseudo-lame, and I promise to come up with some intelligent observations about real life very soon.
Right after I tell you about Socialista tomorrow that is…
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