Obscene City: 163 THE TRANSIENCE ISSUE

There’s nothing quite like frequent- attending, curfew-bending, and manic Fendi-ing to remind you your spotlight on the dance floor is but a wee blip in time, and thus any chance presented is best seized and bear-hugged ‘til dawn. It begins with a 20th Anniversary smasher at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée on Paris’ Avenue Montaigne during SS19 fashion week, where a grip of nightlife cleavers and eager beavers, Cindy Crawford at their helm, shook the walls and the sparkly Baccarat chandeliers above us, while Bec Adams of Les Filles, Acyde of No Vacancy Inn, and Mo Laudi kept the records in steely rotation with our expanding pupils. What a fête! Over to the former Georges Bizet residence, now known to nightlifers as Carmen (get it?), for a celebration of Chrome Hearts’ all-around badassery amidst the marble and busts, with a rock performance by Jesse Jo Stark and a DJ set from Virgil Abloh, who skooched down the decks to make room for one Bella Hadid to lend her manicure to the knobs and cranks. Wowza! Back to sunny Southern Cal where Louis Vuitton commandeered a crew as eclectic and stylish as we’ve ever leaned into for conversation at the Resort at Pelican Hill in Newport Beach, where we toasted the opening of their Costa Mesa South Coast Plaza boutique. Good day, Neuw Denim! And nice to have you back in our City of Angels (and covetable angles) for a celebration of your US launch at Hollywood’s Madame Siam, where rocker three-piece Sunflower Bean, seen in all their glory in the editorial cornucopia found before these pretty pages, brought the heat and drank their Cazadores tequila neat, while sets from Wesley Herron of Reverberation Radio and DJ Jordan Jones left us wishing we’d remembered leaving (undoubtedly weaving). Regarding editorial jams brought to life, we popped over to Double Standards Issue featurees Sexy Beast LA’s Planned Parenthood gala at the Marciano Art Foundation, for some good deed-doing and a dance down we’re still grinning sideways ’bout. Back up Highland and a right on Sunset to realize that the more hijinks you enjoy, the more hate you employ! But in keeping with Diesel’s FW18 capsule, Hate Couture, the more hate you wear, the less you care, so we invited a bevy of freaks, losers, sluts, and imposters out to customize their own tees and enjoy the cool breeze of not giving two shits whether you’ve admirers or personality take-down conspirers. Finally, we took off our hosting aprons and threw on our Hugo Boss to join the hedonistic throngs at From Germany to LA, a bash sponsored by none other than the German Consulate, taking place at east-side standby, the Echoplex and DTLA’s the Globe. No federal squares, these, if they have the know-how to put DJ Hell and DJ Koze behind the decks, along with a smattering of radically talented Krauts. Love or hate, it’s all in how you play the game, and the myriad bouquets, rare Cuvées, and sideways lays we enjoyed following said dos are testament enough we played it bloody well.