The sky is a pall of grey and a light persistent drizzle leaves dew drops on your eyelashes... You shake them clear of water and there appears before you a jostling, undulating host of high season hedonists. Children covered in paint ambush Milanese fashion designers with pump action water pistols, Hong Kong bankers throw down their platinum for crates of Moet and the creator/proprietor/resident DJ of one of New York’s hippest club, Nicolas Matar drops class house cuts to create pandemonium on the podiums…Grey day? Nah, a making hay day.
No comments:
Post a Comment