I thought I’d share my summer 2013 playlist. I love a good dance tune and these awesome tracks are on heavy rotation on my phone, laptop, etc. Music plays a very influential role in my personality and my daily mood. If you see me mincing on the moving walkway at the airport with my earphones on, you can bet I’m playing one of these tracks. You’re welcome.
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Oh Pacha. Pacha, Pacha, Pacha Ibiza. I, along with friends from Replay Jeans, recently went to the Fuck Me I’m Famous party by David Guetta at Pacha a couple of days ago. I must say that it’s one of the best, definitely the most mind-blowing party I’ve been to in the past decade. It was pure sensory overload. I don’t even know where to begin — the extreme laser beams, the burlesque dancers, the art direction, the steam, dancing on the VIP balcony, the endless stream of Vodka and Dom Perignon. The music, oh the music, was EVERYTHING. Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike were on the decks when we came to the club and then David Guetta did his thing. It was one bombastic track after another. It was intense.
On a side note, I feel horrible for all the non-VIP people on the main dancefloor whose movements were restricted to hand/arm raising — the club was packed, not like sardines but more like vaccuum-sealed. It’s crazy! TBH, I wouldn’t go to Pacha unless a table is booked. There is absolutely NO way you’ll enjoy the club if you don’t have a table or space to dance. I **LOVE** Pacha Ibiza!
I love Bad Gal Riri. I really do. Rihanna is EVERYTHING! I don’t care if she lip synchs or what have you but she’s a terrific entertainer. I went to my first Rihanna concert last night, thanks to Mawazine Music Festival here in Rabat, Morocco. Rihanna, who opened the show wearing a spring/summer 2013 Miu Miu coat, performed her greatest hits — Umbrella, Rude Boy, Only Girl in the World, What’s My Name, We Found Love, Stay and Diamonds, amongst others. She looked AMAZING last night. Ultra fit body, her abs were incredible and her weave, my gosh, the weave, not a single weave strand out of place while she twerked the stage!
On a side note, poor Queenie. Remind me to give him a gift certificate to my local Asian masseuse as soon as we get home.I don’t know how he managed to carry all my weight as I sat on his shoulders in order for my petite ass to see what was going on stage. Sitting on his shoulders was definitely a highlight of my night. I’ve never done that before. It was exhilarating to be sitting on top of a 6-foot-5-tall guy, while having laser beams above you and everyone and their sea of mobile phone and camera screen beneath you. Surreal. Absolutely surreal.
How’s it going guys? My weekend started very early in the week — I’ll tell you more about it later. Anyway, I need to remind myself that my weekend is far from over. And there’s no better way to do it than playing an anthem on a cold, Saturday morning. This one is called “Million Voices” from Otto Knows. Enjoy!
Guten tag! I, along with Isabelli Fontana, my gurl Eleonora Carisi and the lovely folks from Replay are here in Frankfurt for this year’s MTV Europe Music Awards. Thought I’d check in with you my dearest readers… see you at the show tonight!
Obsessed with this track. Love the beats, the vocals, love love everything!
I love this gem of a track called “Stars” by Jerome. The video is kinda cheesy but whatevs.
I can’t remember the last time I danced for hours. It’s one thing to go to a night club and sway the odd, spastic hip here and there and it’s another thing to down a dozen vodka red bulls, throw caution to the wind and do a proper all-night sweat-a-thon dance bender. I was an avid clubber when I was younger. I’ve been to many clubs and raves back in the day, gone through countless glowsticks and pacifiers and lollipops and platform shoes and pills and god knows what else. I’ve seen people vomit, faint, foam in the mouth, etc. I’d wear my shades not at night but in the morning. Sun rise meant it was time to go home. Or to a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend’s apartment for an afterparty.
Cocaine to my ears…
And I feel what you feel, and I do what you do. And I feel like I’m falling, falling, falling… feeeeeeeeeeel feeeeeeel feeeeel!
I dunno. There’s just something so therapeutic submitting oneself to the beat of uplifting music, throw arms in the air and jump and dance and roar like a wild animal.
Times definitely have changed though. Wind the clocks forward and here I am, a morning person, hitting the hotel breakfast buffet whenever possible. Sunlight became my best friend. Without it, I won’t have images for my blog.
I’d pop by the odd club and most places feel like four-walled rooms filled with boozed posers. Barely anyone dances, etc. I went to this “Black and White” party at the Teatro Versace in Milan last week and while the venue was packed, you can count with two hands the number of people shaking their booties. What happened to those days when people spilled drinks on each other and no one cared because everyone was dancing and everyone worshipped the DJ?
In this day and age of social media and cellphones and facebook and twitter and twitpic, people became camera-ready creatures. Now I can’t even go to a club and dance carelessly until I feel like a sweaty sponge without anyone tapping my shoulder every few minutes to ask for a photo. I don’t mind doing this of course but also, it would be nice to have a night off. It would be nice to do what I went to the club for…. to be anonymous, to let my hair down, have a nice drink and dance the night away.
Currently my track of the moment. Perfect for mincing airport runways, one foot in front of the other. Go!
I’m always curious with the choice of soundtracks used at runway shows. It’s one of the very rare times when I get to learn of artists that aren’t exactly super mainstream. Here’s a track by Zola Jesus, an artist I’ve never heard of before until Alber Elbaz used one of her tracks, Hikikomori, at the fall/winter 2012 Lanvin fashion show. I love it.
Blisters on my hands. And I feel the… fall. I got scissors in my head, telling me to take a thought, telling me to let it fail. Secrets in the deep dark, secret on the inside. Oooooh I know. I’m home, linger in myself….