Second part of my New York Fashion Week experience: the parties I (obviously) had huge expectations on venues like Vandam or parties by Lady Fag (you know, the one with armpit hair). Yet I have to admit, compared to dress up parties like ‚Blitz‘ in Berlin or ‚Rhinoplasty‘ in Vienna where indeed everyone makes an effort, it was rather easy here to spot the ones who are paid for getting dressed up amongst the more casual looking crowd.
To be honest, I’m not an expert regarding music, but since I had the privilege to experience the dungeons of Berghain I can at least say the music scene in New York seems kind of outdated. No offense, though (There was in fact a interview with beloved Sven in the New York Times, so…). But I’m still wondering how a place like Le Bain is seriously playing Spice Girls (don’t get me wrong, I love the Spice Girls!).
As a friend of mine put it, Brooklyn is more like an american version of Berlin while Manhattan is more like Frankfurt. No matter to what extend this is to be true, Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn qualifies perfectly for a New York Kastanienallee. Apalling: in Williamsburg, the uterus of international hipsterdom, one still favours skinny jeans.
If people call Berlin overrated, what they gonna call New York then?