Dear Milk Studios,
Why do we love you so? Is it for your consistent arbitering of cool? For sharing with us what we always want to know and see? Is it for your New York gallery with precious photography shows like these? Is it for your single handedly saving New York Fashion Week from commercial inanity? Yes, yes, to all of the above.
It is also for nights like last night, which Masha Maltsava was kind enough to capture for us, when you invited us over to your place (right beside the High Line, NBD) and guided us through your garage, down a staircase, around a corner, down a hall, and into the ultimate garage band fantasy. The basement crash pad we walked into looked like if the jam space from Freaks and Geeks collided with a well stocked (Six Point Brewery) dive bar (neon signage) under the management of someone with great taste in Oriental rugs—a super-hipster (we’re reclaiming that word, BTW) secret hideout.
It was hot in that basement, like New York City subway hot, like beads of sweat along my brow and collarbone rivaling my beaded jewelry hot. Aren’t basements supposed to be cool, I thought? Oh wait, it must be because the people here are so hot. Like seriously hot. To that underage-looking boy in the Nirvana t-shirt (weren’t you in Gus Van Sant’s Paranoid Park?): yes please. The crowd was a delight to the eye, more entertaining than a style blog, though with all those cameras going off, the night’s sights were definitely bound for some style sites.
We were gathered in the hot/cool space, under invitation from Milk Studios and yours truly at Bullett, to hear Ms Mr, a band whose videos are so internet (gorgeous YouTube bricollages), it was hard to believe they existed in RL. They do. Ms Mr are actually a boy/girl duo with a live performance that reminds why RL is still better than virtual anything. Their brand of beachy pop was like a cool California breeze through our Dionysian New York shvitz. Ms Mr do a great cover of Patrick Wolf’s “Time of My Life”. Can you see where this is going? My clever conclusion? Yes, dear Milk, we had the Time of Our Lives last night. So, thanks.