Jul 17, 2008|
There was an UNDERCOVER party at Adrenaline last Friday, supported by Silly Thing. That’s the dark + kawaii Tokyo label that’s taken Paris by storm. PRs A-Vibe told me that 50 fashionistas RSVP’d (including moi) the day that the invite was mailed out. Usually, we RSVP like two hours before the party starts and piss off all the poor people handling the guest lists. And everyone and their mother wanted to go to this party. Why, even in our office, there were unfashionistas who didn’t know what the hell UNDERCOVER was and desperately wanted to go to the “underground” party. Since I was one of the few people in the office cool enough to receive an official invite, there was some ridiculous bet among the jealous to see who could successfully gatecrash the party. I joked that I’d notify the door. The message spread like a forest fire. Gatecrashing plan crushed. HELLO, children? We’re professionals. We don’t gatecrash like college kids back for the summer. Speaking of collegiate, kids REALLY dress up when they hang outside 7-11 nowadays. Kudos to your style, Kudon’ts to your choice of venue.
Anyway, when we got to Adrenaline, guest selectors Ogawa (Afterhourz/Nitelist Music) and Misha Haha were playing some fierce funky dub, two-step and grime. The music was major like Tokyo, the lighting tacky like Guangzhou. I don’t know why a club next to the racecourse has to have such crude lighting systems.
The riddim suddenly became very minimalist—out of tune cellos interjecting the silence notified the crowd that the “Live Doll Operation” was about to commence. Jun Takahashi, the hot young designer of UNDERCOVER, came out with his team of “surgeons” in white lab coats, and began bending metal wires together. A collective meditation, its aesthetics not unlike the tea ceremony. But instead of serving tea, they were robot-building. The music became more and more discordant by the minute.
I had gone to Vedanta class after leaving the office, and thought I would just slip into their techno-zen moment with ease. But after 20 minutes, I gave up, faced reality and texted my companions: “WTF?!?” The noise now resembled frogs croaking in outer space as Takahashi sensei sewed teddy bears onto the metal frame. Well I guess if you are a Japarisien celebrity designer, you could make a lard painting in public and it would count as performance art. Fabulous. Five minutes later, I got fed up and texted people: “i’m headin ova 2 the bar for more fckn vodka.”
Two hours later, Takahashi Sensei finished his project. The copulating bears had merged into a furry creature resembling Star Wars’ Hammerhead wearing a Victorian dress. I asked Takahashi what the creature represented. “My daughter,” he replied.
Anyway, sitting outside on the balcony looking over the tracks, with terrifying rain and thunder in the background was lots of fun. At the end, Tokyo luminaries DEXPISTOLS played the most splendid mash-up of pop and electro and everyone was hot mess-dancing. Such hot mess that our crippled fierce Deputy Editor got up, danced and tripped. And our ever- empathetic Editor laughed at her moves on the dance floor. Luckily, her kneecaps are still intact. So are his. Thank God.