Cocaine and Cops
Cocaine & Cops!
We were at a wild Silver Lake house party off Hyperion late Saturday night, one of two soirees for the hipster hookup flick The Boys and Girls Guide to Getting Down (also being referred to around town as that Cahuenga movie, since it prominently features the crowded avenues bars). The preview screening at Avalon was followed by a cast-and-crew bash at the adjacent restaurant Honey, but the SLake shindig held at one of the party houses from the film was surely more true to its sex- and drug-fueled depravity. When we arrived, around midnight, a posse of punkettes (in St. Paddys Day green) were grinding on each other in the pungent, smoke-filled dance room, while outside, on the sardine-packed yard, very inebriated young rock dudes stomped on cacti, chugged beer and hit on buzzed babes who squeezed past. After a longish wait for what we thought was the restroom, we heard a burly guy in black say slyly, This line is for the coke room. Is there a toilet in the coke room? we asked hopefully. There wasnt, and we never actually entered. That was probably a good choice: After we left, the bash was apparently broken up by the LAPD helicopters, squad cars, poised shotguns and all just like a scene in the movie. We doubt anyone gave doughnuts to the cops, though, as the partiers did in the film. Check out all the sniffing, whiffing and kissing when The Guide opens at the Manns Chinese 6 this Friday (running for one week only). After-party at the Beauty Bar, of course.
Aint it Grand (Ave.)?Its still too sketchy for us to live in, but downtown definitely beats Hollywood for going out: less traffic, less moolah, less velvet-rope burn. Its no wonder D-towns boomin. Lets hope it doesnt go too far, though: Many of the new living spaces go for seven figures, and we even heard rumors that Posh & Bex were looking at some swanky pads east of the Civic Center. (Shall we call them Pex for short? ed.)
Based at Broadway and Ninth, the arty collective BOXEight get props for putting the focus back on the beauty and character of L.A.s old, under-used architectural treasures. Not only did they choose the palatial Los Angeles Theatre as a venue for two nights of music and clothing-designer action (an alternative to Smashboxs Fashion Week shows), but theyre bringing new life to the previously neglected Grand Ave. Nightclub with a monthly gathering called Art Bar.
The Grand old buildings usual crowd includes salsersos and Top 40 fans, but owner Gary Warfer told us hes looking to attract a more rockin scene and has some biggie band bookings in the works. With a groovy new paint job and seating/eating area, it sure looks nicer than it did back when it was a rave fave, and we know it works as a rock venue: Tiger Mask had its first (and last) L.A. Shakedown garage-a-thon there a few years ago, and though there were problems with that event, the space wasnt one of them. Well keep ya posted on the plans for Grands return to grandeur in the coming months.
Hot & Hammy Media Whores
The Los Angeles Theatre provided a charming, ornate backdrop for BOXEights three highly entertaining fashion shows and after-parties. Friday, a group show featuring the local lines Kit Pistol, Rock N Roll Beauty and Goddollars was zesty fun, but it only warmed up the runway for the main event: the flamboyant, uniform-inspired frocks of Salt Lake City provocateur Jared Gold (see A Considerable Town for full review). Golds show attracted a Technicolor brew of tatted art tarts, spiffed-up rockers (Eric Erlandson, Miss Derringers Elizabeth McGrath and Morgan Slade), hot & hammy media whores (celebutante author James St. James, Anna Nicole Smith pal Bobby Trendy in a puffy shirt and stripper boots), and industry playas & pets, including Amy Heckerling (Fast Times, Clueless), Heather Tom (Young & the Restless), Jennifer Carpenter (The Exorcism of Emily Rose) and porn queen Jenna Jameson (sporting a bob haircut). Catwalk prancers were plucked from Americas Next Top Model, Janice Dickensens Modeling Agency and outer space uh, we mean cyberspace. (Pink princess Jeffree Star, currently No. 1 on iTunes dance-music chart with his EP Plastic Surgery Slumber Party, worked it like Wonder Woman.) Overheard at the shows close: Well, that was the hippest crowd and show in L.A. Fashion Week. We might as well take the rest of the week off!
Of course, we didnt. We returned for Eduardo Luceros show the following night, where a more sophisticated, mostly Latin crowd gathered to eyeball Luceros Studio 54ish getups. We were banished to bad seats in the back, but even from that distance, we thought the collection was hit-and-miss. We actually preferred the edgy ensembles we saw on latecomers after the show including members of Orgy and The Living Things who funneled into the theater for Stephen Hauptfeurs post-fashion show happening. The androgynous NYC electro-poppers Dangerous Muse and Suicide Club (led by Morphine Generation designer Erik Hart) provided the sounds but, alas, Nightranger had other (drunken) fish to fry. It was St. Paddys Day, after all.
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