There's an article in today's New York Times about the last Misshapes party that went down in SoHo on Saturday night. For those of you who have not been following the New York scene (and why aren't you?), the Misshapes have been the big IT kids for about four years now, winding up as DJs for big fashion shows and now having spun off a blog, a clothing line, and a photo book. My favorite line in the article is "In 2002 Geordon Nicol, 23; Greg Krelenstein, 28; and Leigh Lezark, 23 — self-styled D.J.’s known more for their post-new-wave aesthetics than their turntable skills — started their nightlife careers with a one-off at Luke & Leroy." You know, if you just have the right style, and you can get the other stylish kids to show up too, then the whole music thing doesn't really matter.
It's a good article in that it gets right down to the whole damned if you do/damned if you don't aspect of the hipster club scene - if you're not hip enough, then nobody pays attention to you, but if you get to be the hip party, then everybody is sooooo over you and spends the rest of their time sniping at you. Sorta like Burning Man here. Me, I'm slowly becoming of the same opinion as one of the kids quoted in the article: “The new hot party is the dinner party." At least at my own parties I have no one but myself to blame if the music sucks.