All in the Family: F Word (23 Apr 10)

Fantasy Fit for a KING

Dina Delicious (pictured above with Eric Halliwell) and I were in a cab, slowly making our way across town from Lucky Cheng's. There was traffic. A lot of it. And we were doing last-minute touch-ups on our fantasies for the night's festivities at KING, Saturday night at Pachita. Of course we were more than ready by the time the elevator doors opened and Honey Dijon's beats filled our ears. After we said hello to Honey, we made our way over to Amanda Lepore (pictured below). Dina shared her fistful of love for Amanda. When Dina was over talking to Junior Vasquez, I showed Amanda the pictures I'd taken of her at the F Word.


Soon, Eric Halliwell, DivaSteve (pictured below Eric), Matthew Heresy (pictured further below) joined the party.




So did Danny and King Ralphy (pictured below with a friend of Danny's to the left). Then, Junior led us deep into the morning and we danced until we forgot who we were. The next morning I awoke to the following Facebook wall post from Dina: "Oh Lord." Yes, it was a fantastical night.

Street Fantasies

Sometimes we take the fantasy out of the club and into the street. After last call at Barracuda one recent Tuesday night, Bianca del Rio, Dina Delicious, and I decided to pop into Unicorn next door on our way for a late night nosh at Cafeteria. We decided to mess with the counter person at Unicorn. Of course, Bianca had nothing but nice things to say about Ben Andrews while we were shopping for ... um ... personal items.

A year and a half ago, Cazwell decided to have a Burger King fantasy for his birthday. See if you can spot Acid Betty, Logan Hardcore, James Coppola, and Michael Formika Jones in attendance. I'd forgotten my camera; so I shot footage on my old cell phone. I whipped up a dub version of his song "All Over My Face" to go along with it. Check out the "All Over My Face" video directed by Francis Legge. Speaking of Francis, have you cast your vote for the 6th Annual Pill Awards? He's up for Best Director for another Cazwell video: "I Seen Beyoncé at Burger King." Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

Fantastical Flashback: Circus (December 2008)

Looking forward, into the fantasy of a new decade, doesn't mean that past fantasies have faded away, particularly those digitally narrated through images that can always be re-arranged anew. For me, recovering from this New Year's Eve weekend and thinking about parties I'd like to be a part of this year has included thinking about past ones that I thoroughly loved, like the once-monthly Circus thrown by Dina Delicious (pictured above with Acid Betty).

A good party inspires more than just my Wonder Twin Brian Mills (pictured below left) busting a move or Jordan Fox (pictured above) and Acid Betty giving good face.

A good party does more than attract noted New York Nightlifers like Kenny Kenny (pictured below with Juan) and James Coppola (pictured further below left)--or encourage Brian's straw-less drinking.


A good party doesn't just congregate the beautiful Andre J (pictured below left) and Acid Betty, annoyed that I'm taking too many pictures. (A good night for me means waking up to a full camera).

A good party is an effervescent event that continues past last call, after the makeup and glitter, after images have been uploaded and settle into external hard drives and bandwidth. A good party doesn't inspire melancholic nostalgia; it gives energy and history to fantastical new ones.

Happy TwentyTen

Last night, I had a fantastical time DJing at Daniel Nardicio's 3rd Annual New Years Eve Masked Ball at Lucky Cheng's. I was downstairs, where all the action was, where it was nice and dark, where people were moving to my dirty electro beats when they weren't ... um ... doing something else. Around 3:00 a.m., Dina Delicious and Ruby came downstairs to dance with us and to pour vodka into everyone's mouth. It's important to keep hydrated, you know. It wasn't the kind of event I could take pictures of the crowd in between mixing; so, all I have to share is this image of the wall behind me. But I wanted to thank Daniel and Dina and everyone there last night. I couldn't have asked for a better way to usher in the new decade. Stay tuned to PhDJ's NYC Nightlife for all the unfolding fantasies to come.

Keeping the Fanta'zhézhé Real

My quiet night at home was tossed out the window with Baby Jane's comment to her status update: "what would you be doing this evening Sethingtons?" I'd liked her status update, thinking about her plans, after all. We were set to have a B-eautiful night accompanying Epiphany, swinging though Boybox at G Lounge, Bonbon, and The Box. So, I was pondering my look for the night, going through things I'd bought in London and Venice ... to find the evening reduced in one of Jane's subsequent updates: "Scratch that! G Lounge it is." I donned a version of the new uniform--with my hipster leather suspenders on full display--and headed out.

G Lounge was packed--at times in that hard-to-walk-around kind of way--which was nice since I thought it might be a bit quiet this week out with people traveling for Christmas. Making my way in, I enjoyed a hearty greeting from Glammy-nominated Go-Go Boy Geronimo (pictured above), whom I hadn't seen in a while. I miss how he'd come over and dance to my beats in between sets at another bar. Epiphany was there, by the bar; but I didn't see Jane, whom Epiphany said was there somewhere. "Look for the white glasses," she suggested.


After I said hello to DJ Cazwell and bopped to what he had on, Peaches' "F*ck the Pain Away," I found Jane Lane giving office boy realness with her best friend Daria Casey. Rob was there, too. I was working on my first round while everyone was passing off jackets to watch and figuring out what happened to Rendi. (Check out Jane Lane's animated ego introducing her Jane cam 4:49 into the clip below: "All Jane, all the time. Well, except naked time." She explains that "it's a public service. If my mundane little life can somehow provide comfort to lonely Web trollers, then I'll know my time here on Earth wasn't wasted." A sarcastic blog manifesto?)

We were losing people like we were on a shipwreck, taking on water. Rendi, Rob. Casey was about to bolt. Jane and I finished our next round and decided to head over to Barracuda. First we dropped by to pick up Rob at his apartment overlooking Barracuda launching pad. Along the way, Jane and I discussed the balance between ethics, comedy, and racial politics in Facebook posts.

We popped down to Cuda to say hi to Kyle, our favorite barback, and to Mimi Imfurst (pictured above) hosting her weekly Karaoke-fest. To my surprise, Cuda was also packed--was everyone out nabbing one last hangover for the road?--and Miss-ter T-Boy (pictured below left, with Nicho) was filling in at the DJ booth. James Coppola and Ben Andrews were there, too.

My De La Blanca sister Dallas DuBois (pictured above right, with Mimi) was by the pool table. Soon, Mimi dragged her onstage and asked her to sing "I'm A Little Teapot." Mimi and T-Boy lovingly traded barbs between the singers, among whom was Yuhua, giving a subdued fantasy, and belting out the Glee-revived Journey mega-ballad, "Don't Stop Believing." Someone should have sung the Cheers theme, since it seemed like Cuda was the spot for all of us to catch up and close out the night. Nicho was talking about his New Year's party at VIG 27. I was talking with T-Boy about doing a track with him. Baby Jane introduced me to, and told me to watch out for, Lady Blue. I told Bianca del Rio I had to edit that video I took of her and Dina a couple weeks ago. Glammy-winning Go-Go Boy Matthew Camp came to Cuda after finishing his shift at G Lounge.

Then, my De La Blanca sister Celso (pictured above, serving the dance floor at last week's B*tch @ss Trick party, with me beside her, and below from last night) came in with Tyler. T-Boy, Celso, Tyler, and I had more than a few laughs, both in Cuda and at Unicorn video store next door on our way home.

I'll share a couple quotes. At Cuda, Celso was waxing nostalgic. She longed for the 1991 club scene because if it were 1991, she reasoned, "my p*ssy would be beaten up tonight." Tyler was busting out his Hammer moves and chanting "Too Legit to Quit." T-Boy and I were reminiscing about Oaktown's 357, singing "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah" to the beat of whatever was playing at the time. At Unicorn, where we said hi to Ben Andrews' poster and greeted the last customers of the night, Celso sighed, "Who needs a Glammy when you can't get laid?" At the subway, I suggested that all she needed was a Penn Station fantasy. We all laughed, said our goodbyes, made our way home. I posted Mariah's "Fantasy" remix with ODB to her wall, reminding her to "keep the fanta'zhézhé real, son."

Happy Birthday, Acid Betty!

In honor of Acid Betty's birthday today, I'm sharing some pictures and video I shot last year, both on and around the special day. The first two were taken at the December 2008 edition of the fantastical Circus parties hosted by Dina Delicious.

The next two are from Betty's birthday party last year at Cafe 50: Night of 1,000 Betty's. Anarexia Hurls (pictured below right with Betty) and Epiphany donned Betty drag in honor of the birthday girl.

Epiphany also did her own rendition of Acid Betty working at home. Here's the Flip footage I took of it: