A silver-haired woman wearing Day-Glo accessories spent last night dancing at the entrance to New York’s Museum of Modern Art. She was, obviously, on drugs. Her body moved like a slow-motion gazelle, eyes closed, with the jazziest of hands. Her partners on the dance floor were many and diverse: a younger Amazon dressed in flamenco gear and defiantly resistant to rhythm, a portly investment banker with bar mitzvah moves, and a member of the cleanup crew who’d been sweeping up chards of a broken wine glass.
Otherwise, there wasn’t tons of dancing at MoMA’s Armory Party. Neon Indian frontman Alan Palomo played an impassioned but gentle set, filling the silence between songs with art jokes (“This song is called Untitled Work No. 3”). DJ collective GHE20 G0TH1K, led by BULLETT favorite DJ Venus X, bookended the night with refreshingly anachronous hip-hop songs. Projected onto the back wall were floating, Cartman-like virtual bobbleheads made by people watching the show online for $5. Either that, or we had whatever that senescent raver was drinking.