Sorry I’ve been so quiet!
I’ve had my hands more than full with about a million projects.
How about I start telling you all about them next week?
In the meantime-
Months after the fact, I finally got around to editing my photos from New Year’s.
I went to NYC to visit Tim, as a last hurrah before he moved back to my beloved San Francisco.
We decided to go to this party at the 3rd Ward for New Years, based solely on the the invite:
A City of Grit:
Dark + Sultry + Dramatic. Three warm floors of a former factory have been
converted into a party paradise with hidden tea lounges, reckless rides,
live art, cheap liquor and dark dance-floors. The music here is a
throw-back to the classic loft-parties where live afro-beat mixes with
stellar hip-hop and dj’s meet in the middle to keep the people moving.
A City of Glamor:
Gorgeous + Lush + Provocative. Intelligent techno to breaks to deep dark
house join in this seven thousand square foot loft lined with dripping
video projections and female chandeliers (yes, there will be fire). The
outdoor terrace will be heated with a wood burning stove and constant
A City of Ice:
Hidden + Festive + Insolent. One hundred fifty cubic feet of false snow,
Santas and seditious elves mix with The Modern Dance Awareness Society to
create a winter wonderland that is equal parts absurd and beautiful.
Expect spiked cider.
A City of Fire:
Captivating + Indulgent + Dangerous. This is where beauty meets vice.
Stripper poles, piano lounges, aerial acts, casino games and brass bands
blend into a tribute to the forgotten underbelly of New York City that has
existed long before any of us know, and will continue beyond when any of
us will be remembered.
The Most Important Midnight:
Two Thousand Ten will begin with: champagne bottles, fire acts, brass band
explosions, dance-floor countdowns, kisses from strangers and, for the
chosen few, a three course meal at the center of it all. This is the
start of the best year of your life.
Sadly, the party did not live up to the hype. I do, however, want to hire the person writing their copy.
We did manage to find the 3 course meal part, which was actually kind of cool.
There were also some swings set up in the middle of the party that people were swinging on, and clearly things were pretty hopping.
But there was something missing at this party, we just couldn’t quite put our finger on it.
At midnight everyone lit sparklers and it was probably the highlight, because shortly thereafter it became so crowded that it got uncomfortable.
I managed to find Amelia in the crowd, but sadly, shortly thereafter we all got stuck in the hallway in the mass of bodies.
It was not unlike being trapped in an elevator.
I remember thinking to myself “This is the kind of situation where people get trampled and die.”
We made it out alive, but we never found the room full of fake snow, and the night ended anticlimactically when we left the party, gave up, and went home.
The next day we fared signifigantly better, hanging out with Lola and Nick at this weird mexican/chinese joint in Ft. Green. The menu was the best part, with the whole “Every sip will bring you closer to heave.”
The highlight of the trip was going to Brooklyn Bowl to see some burlesque and watch Paul Pope spin.
This contortionist girl was totally amazing
Her act, however was nothing short of upstaged by performance artist Mat Fraser’s set.
Brooklyn Bowl is totally my favorite New York show venue at the moment, and the swankest bowling alley I’ve ever been in.
It’s a huge space, but it has all the details you’d find in a more intimate setting.
Most importantly, they had a boubon milkshake so good it brought tears to my eyes.
Many thanks to Jeff Newelt for inviting us out!
Until next time!