Hey every­one.
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 3^rd 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
conversation.

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!