here are some pix of the neighborhood festival downtown LA last week-end... it was kinda like a mini mini coachella, and felt like going to a rave kinda. the vibe was very 90s to me, but the fashions & sounds are still very much 80s infused... ok, maybe the early 90s are on the edge of coming back already. it's already happening. we'll see...
chromeo stud & kid siste
mia struttin it...
marrrio rrrules...
clean romance...
pictures by azalea - www.place8.com
music aside, it's still all about the skinny skinny jeans, nike high tops, converse, vans, haircuts most commonly seen in the silver lake & echo park areas of los angeles (comparable to manhattan's east village & lower east side, or brooklyn's williamsburg & fort green)... oh, and middle eastern scarves are still everywhere as soon as the evening temperature drops to 75 degrees or lower. wasn't that sooo last winter? or the one before? i lose track... hip is so hip it's just not so hip sometimes, you know. still it's entertaining i guess. at least i didn't see anyone wearing those hideous rubber gardening cloggy croc monstrosities; they're commonly found on the feet of the 30/40-something yuppies & their offsprings.
these croc people go hand in hand with station wagon saabs, volvos, subarus & hybrids. the 30-somethings-plus that night had a mature & comfortable sense of style. more of an audi, vw, mercedes & bmw crowd i'd say, very USC parking lot. or simply the unpretentious & practical toyota or honda kinda people. as for the eccentrics, their sense of ease was attractive if nothing else. they should be driving deloreans. there were of course the obvious kind who drive range rovers cuz these days u gotta be able to afford being an eccentric with a touch of hippie. or they drive their rich friends' spare range rovers. they're a dime a dozen in LA! shit, i'll drive your range rover anytime! and then there's me, with my 4-door 1973 bmw bavaria. capricious but unique. i've only seen 3 other ones on the streets of LA. stick-shift & manual windows. manual everything. runs great now that i've poured more money into it i should ever have. i just luv it. it was jackie o's favorite car!
the music was great & the backstage crowd was boozed up & fun. the main crowd was interesting in small doses. it's good to catch up with the whole american apparel crowd on bad drugs & the cool college kids coming to their own. shit i used to be one (but my drugs were better at the look of it), and i have to say the skinny jeans are much cooler than the super baggy jinco pants i once sported when at USC in the 90s. if i found an old picture of myself in'em i'd have to destroy it... i didn't see a single boot cut pair of jeans either. skinny uniformity! boot cut is sooo turn-of-the-millennium anyway. remember when 2000 sounded so futuristic-ish? remember when vintage was 60s or 70s? at this rate 90s will be the new vintage before we know it. ok, back to the basics: if u can't go skinny, then just go straight. u just can't go gay & fat. that would be totally gay, in a bad way. so follow these rules & you should fit right in... then again, we're not the ones who need to fit in. we're in! or is it "in" to be out? one thing's for sure, being out is totally in, "in" actually being "in." am i losing you? are you out??? that's sooo in! ok, well, just say NO!
overall, the kids --yeah i call them "the kids" now, urgh-- were cute, some cute & sexy, some completely obliterated, some having chemically induced fights or amaaazing moments they won't remember, some rolling around on the floor, and most dancing the night away. anyhew, it was a little much. so i stuck to the vip/backstage area a lot, where i bumped into friends & met willie from the bronx. willie introduced me to his drunk friend from ny who hates el lay but moved to rancho fucking cucamonga 2 years ago. duh! she thought silver lake was on the west side or something; she's never been. poor thing. then again, where the hell is rancho cucaracha? do u know? does it even matter? so willie flew back to nyc the morning after. i'll probably never see them again but we shared some good laughs. it's the little things...
all these pix were taken backstage except for the one of the adorable straight couple making out on the sparse grass patches. rolling around on a bed of dust is sooo the best. i remember when... oh no, wait, i don't remember. whatever, rock on!
overall, the kids --yeah i call them "the kids" now, urgh-- were cute, some cute & sexy, some completely obliterated, some having chemically induced fights or amaaazing moments they won't remember, some rolling around on the floor, and most dancing the night away. anyhew, it was a little much. so i stuck to the vip/backstage area a lot, where i bumped into friends & met willie from the bronx. willie introduced me to his drunk friend from ny who hates el lay but moved to rancho fucking cucamonga 2 years ago. duh! she thought silver lake was on the west side or something; she's never been. poor thing. then again, where the hell is rancho cucaracha? do u know? does it even matter? so willie flew back to nyc the morning after. i'll probably never see them again but we shared some good laughs. it's the little things...
all these pix were taken backstage except for the one of the adorable straight couple making out on the sparse grass patches. rolling around on a bed of dust is sooo the best. i remember when... oh no, wait, i don't remember. whatever, rock on!
