get your rocks off

last night=nylon magazine party at irving plaza->the backroom

yes, myspace=a place for friends, the co-representative of tonight. that said, a VIP pass was needed to access half of irving plaza.


darla baker: who is young and single and gorgeous and is unaware of someone's massive, massive crush on her. next time, "mystery guy", i WILL shove you over the wall to make you go talk to her....


knockoff jackson was there too. looking slightly more girly but nevertheless jacksony
still weird. still. really. weird.


sophia lamar and her bow. as she described it, "i'm ready to sit back, drink, have no one bother me, and watch the music"


cutest dressed girl from last night. adorable dress. epic hair.


faran and the real jackson. faran massages the kinks and stresses of being so phlegmatic and hip out of him. well done faran. (ps: headband=god)


the music scene: 3 bands performing:
bloody social! whilst i prefer them in smaller venues (aka milk studios crackden)
(april 11th entry),
its probably better publicity wise to play to a larger group of people sometimes.....

jamie rocking out.....


a french girl group called the plasticines performed after. the sound system was shitty, and they were all singing in french so unless you were their number one fan, no one could understand what they were singing and loads of people lost interest in the concert for awhile.


nick (from the virgins) trying to figure out with his friend what they're singing....

but neither her, the other friends, nor Wade know. tragic. they headed off to sweet paradise after the show.

THEN a sole johnny borrell from Razorlight comes to stage, accompanied by his own soul choir (?!) and the audience ambles back in, aware that johnny is really really ridiculously good looking.


my new favvvvvvvv steve aoki. brilliant old school, vh1-i-love-the-90s dance tunes.


afterrrr Dazed & Confused party at the Back Room. misshapes djing....
1. i was fully under the impression that the Back Room was literally a back room housed somewhere in irving plaza. ergo, i was slightly nonplussed traveling TO the backroom in a cab until i realized, woop, such a place exists elsewhere....
2. The Back Room serves crudite and plates of food. it was mad winsome and mad lush.


and the brits would be proud that everyone drank lots and lots of "tea" *cough*


jefferson hack watching over his soiree.....


jefferson and ben cho in their suave, so-easy-to-look-cool-because-i'm-not-trying-its-just-natural dispositions.


afterrrrr, me and jefferson just hung out and chatted. we scribbled down poems and short stories on notepads, had a mini water fight, and drew the shapes of our hands. and after putting on his sunglasses for a joke, he gave them to me. souvenir for the future social excursions.

its pretty effulgent out there.....any sort of invulnerability is helpful.
social darwinism: only the strong survive.