Bring It On!
So I already told you how my Friday plans unexpectedly changed. What I didn’t tell you was that those plans originally involved skipping parties at two other clubs.
I always feel a little guilty when that happens, but am happy I can confide in you here, somewhere along the way this became our little safe space. Every time we’re here together, it feels like we’re getting to know each other a bit better. At least that’s how it feels from my side. If you don’t feel the same, that’s okay too. I’ve gotten used to people only liking me for my looks. I’m a big girl.
By the time Saturday rolled around, I figured I owed those clubs a visit after all. Luckily, they had both opened their doors again. I started the evening at VICE and later made my way to The Drip. I’ll tell you about that one tomorrow.
VICE has always had a special place in my heart. I have a soft spot for Depp and Valery and what they’ve built there. Whatever else you can say about the place, one thing has always been true: it’s blue and shiny.
That makes photographing it an adventure every single time. Lately I’ve even started bringing extra filters because I want these little recaps to stay interesting for you as well. I never intended to turn this into some kind of competition, but VICE clearly decided to escalate things by adding a smoke machine. Every photographer will tell you the same thing: smoke looks amazing when you’re standing in it. It’s considerably less amazing when you’re trying to focus a camera through it.
Still, you know me. I’ll happily take on a challenge. Weeks-long shopping sprees, endless nights on dancefloors, as many men as I can fit into a single evening, drinking cocktails with the tiny umbrella still in it… and now photographing a blue club filled with smoke. Bring it on.
It certainly helps when the tunes come from Night and Roux. The more often I hear them play back to back, the more they become one of those pairs that just belong together. Like Bonnie and Clyde, Brangelina or Johnny and June. Maybe not Romeo and Juliet, because I’d rather both DJs survive the evening. They really seem at their best when they follow each other behind the decks, and I love how often they make that happen.
So here are a few memories from those glowing blue hours. You’ll just have to imagine the bass shaking the room.
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