YEEZY SEASON 3 Z X NYFW Party
It was my first night in NYC when I met with my manager, Katie, and another gal from my agency for a drink at the French Dirty. The French Dirty is an intimate, totally chic spot that I’ve been to a few times before. It’s always a favorite. So, midway our totally classless act (aka 3 shots of vodka later) , we were reminded that Kanye’s party was happening that night. I mean in NYC time it was 10pm, for me it was like 2am. I was so exhausted from the flight, I had THE worst cold, and it was around 20 degrees outside. So, did you really think I wanted to go anywhere besides bed? Uh no.
BUT, if I would go anywhere, it would be, of course, Kanye West’s party – only the hardest invite in town.
After getting our wrist bands on, we proceeded to enter an entryway that began elevating to the second floor. In a brief moment, me and about 10 other people stumbled upon the dopest warehouse party of your dreams. Think of a half-empty room, sleek, dark ambience, decorated with life-size portraits of half naked women, slightly lit with projectors all around the room. No one is dressed up. People are wearing hoodies, hats, sneakers. Open bar is a nightmare with bartenders pouring bottles of Dom and shots of vodka as big as your coffee mug. Supermodels and designers all mingling, spreading superficial conversations.
Kanye rolled in with the Kardashian Jenner crew for a few min and left as swiftly as he came in.
Best part? this was the first party, EVER, I repeat EVER, during nyfw that I’ve seen a buffet. Wings, ribs, noodles, and the best mac & cheese you’ve ever tried. You know kim was like “baby, you know you’re gonna need some food up in there. I already called the caterer”
It was everything you would image a Kanye West party. Underestimated, uninspiring, but totally F%%%%% awesome.
Photos by Dan Feshchenko