First off, just in case you were wondering, last’s night’s Mos Def/Curtis Mayfield party was off the hook. I damn near sweat through my clothes because I was dancing so much. Curtis Mayfield does that to a motherfucker. Ya know?
It’s seeming like Thursday night should be a pretty killer affair too. I became friendly with the folks over at Shotwell through our mutual affiliation with the SF Indie Mart. While often times their clothes are a bit out of my range, the thing that I really dig about Shotwell is that they’re an independent business surrounded by a sea of corporate giants. Well that and the fact that they throw awesome parties.
Thursday night is the sample sale for Taxi CDC clothing. $3 drinks will be flowing while well dressed and attractive people amble about, checking each other out and doing the same to the art on the walls. Plus Official Tourist will be there. They’ve gone on tour opening up for Santogold and M.I.A., which means they play the kind of music that makes you dance funny, but not care how you look while doing it. Which actually brings me back to M.I.A.. I’m pretty convinced she has synesthesia, that neurological disorder where your your senses get all mixed up and you like, see colors and can taste the rainbow (I’m on to you Skittles!). Because otherwise, why would a person dress like this?:
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