BJ Panda Bear
Sunday night was here and the Oscar’s were handed out, validating and creating future gods and monsters of the cinema. It was a good night to dance hard, or at least look really cool. I finally broke out my Damir Doma Silent trench that I had so desperately tried to hold off on until Coachella… It was well worth it. It was such a great wild night of endless booze, babes and industry bros. I spent my night enjoying the intimate and sexy basement lounge. It was so romantically dressed with stage props of red lit crates stretched with canvas. Everyone I knew and lived for was all packed tight in the lounge. It was absolutely decadent as we continued to soak up on individual Segura Viudas bottles, which added to the bohemian appeal. Smoke billowed and stained the already well scented wooden beams that were all around, acting as structure as well as setting. As I left prematurely I stumbled out the door and saw a man gliding through with a take out box of fries, I kindly asked to steal one and moved on to the valet. As I looked back I realized it was Spike Jonze… Of course that would happen, I didn’t even get a chance to congratulate him for “Her”.
Harley Viera Newton
Tyler Blake of Classixx
Natalie Nichole Nail Swag
Diana Lado and Logan Yuzna
Matt Ornstein Gaspar Noe and BJ Panda Bear
Paz De La Huerta
Susann in her throne
I was so obsessed I did not get a chance to pick up the designers name, but it was an indie label from eastern Europe and was neoprene with beading and featured this wonderful hand embroidered panel.
Before I forget to tell everyone. I’m DJing with Edwina Aguayo under the name Manic Pixies at The LASH this Friday March 7…
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