Showing posts with label dj. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dj. Show all posts

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Survival Soundtrack 4- Oversaturation

Okay so this survival pick is definitely not new, but I remember listening to this song as a young tyke, and feeling like I could beat up all the bullies who made fun of me for my accent (I am an immigrant after all).
I know that MJ is dead, and people have been playing his songs like cuh-razy. But that is all a testament to survival. He survived his own crazy hectic life to produce some really sustainable work. It gives all of us epic-life-mongers hope, that when we die, some dj will play one of our songs over and over and over again so nobody can forget about us. Or something... leave me alone, it's thirsty Thursday.



-Kastoory

Friday, September 11, 2009

Undercover Brother



Last night during New York’s massive Fashion’s Night Out, Opening Ceremony hosted a “Chinatown style” block party featuring Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez of Proenza Schouler, Kate and Laura Mulleavy of Rodarte, Scott Sternberg from Band of Outsiders, and Alexander Wang.



Outside on the street each designer had his or her own street cart, making it the only time you could safely buy Alexander Wang out of the back of a black van in Chinatown. This gimmick was done similarly last year by Louis Vuitton outside the Brooklyn Museum, but it’s hard to beat having Sternberg hand you a cookie with your tie from an old Thai truck, especially when the cookies were provided by Momofuku Milk Bar.




Inside, the store was a full blown party, with the guys from Vampire Weekend taking turns at the dj booth while live dancers entertained the crowds from the display window.



The crowd, both guys and girls dressed in double breasted blazers and pocket squares jumping around to “Killing in the Name of”, was extremely entertaining to see.



Lots of free beer, balloons, ice cream, and people dancing wildly amongst the racks of designer clothing without regard for possible drink spillage made this probably the best event of the evening. I think.






7 beers later I realized I wasn’t going to make it to any other events. 4 beers earlier I had stopped caring.

- Ryan