A reminder that there’s more to May Day, Occupy, or whatever the hell you want to call it, than all that shit from last night.
A reminder that there’s more to May Day, Occupy, or whatever the hell you want to call it, than all that shit from last night.
Longtime local club-owner JWZ on current club fashion:
The thing that always amazes me when I check out younger and/or more mainstream dance parties is how fantastically uniform and horrible the male dress code is. The girls tend to be in your usual timeless slutty-club-wear: a short glittery dress, or maybe a cut-off t-shirt with hotpants and fuzzy leg-warmers. Not the apex of creativity, but at least it looks intentional. Some thought went into it. But the guys all wear exactly the same thing: a mesh basketball wife-beater, a backward baseball cap, and blue jeans. All of them!
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“Hipsters” may make some comical choices, but at least they’re trying. [link]
Yeah, man. Just tryyy!
They’ve really got their work cut out for them here, but they’re doing the trick — because Stella looks great even though her face is contorting as part of an adverse reaction to the ketchup-and-vodka quality of the Bloody Mary at Nap’s. (More on that, and all the Bloody Marys we sampled yesterday here.)
Hats have always been big I think, but on a day like today they just really seem to work just right. Look how much fun these two are having!
[via termie]
Although it’s still not as hot a look as rocking a Cyclops ping pong paddle.
[via Vic]
P.S. Bring your paddles, X-Men-themed or otherwise, to Saturday night’s Berlin-style ping pong party in the Lower Haight! RSVP here for FREE BEER!
UPDATE: Thanks for the lasers, Beau!