I’m back to not doing what I’m supposed to be doing, and just doing what comes up. Like the 2 year anniversary of Griffin, the club my firm Lewis and Dizon did, but which I actually did very little of because I was off doing something else. Even though it bears my name, I have never gotten around to being there. Something always comes up—or goes down, I suppose. Sometimes I can’t remember which it was or wasn’t. I guess something came up last night—but with all this confusion, maybe I got confused and the event is actually tonight. If it is, I’ll try to remember to attend.
I sort of remember not liking someone over there, or them not liking me. But that was then and this is now, and the person or incident is lost in the corners of my brain. I’m sure the person wasn’t important enough to dislike anyway. So I will go tonight, unless it was last night. Two years is a long time in nightlife, and they should be congratulated, I think.
Speaking of last night, I had a blast! I was all busy getting APL, that joint we designed on Orchard Street, absolutely completely finished as it really will have some sort of opening tonight. Little details, like hooks for ladies’ bags under the bar (I always forget to do this until the last second) and framing all those signs (reminders to everyone to not drink while pregnant, not to smoke ‘em if you got ’em, and to be of the proper age, and all that). It looks cool. I was in and out all day—annoying everyone, getting in the way, drinking delicious cucumber concoctions, which I was told were virgins but in retrospect I realize that everyone lies about that, and bringing people by who I was sure would say nice things about it to me. I was telling them all to be brutally honest, knowing full well that they aren’t that type.
I rushed over to the Confettisystem’s Lights Up! opening at the W/—— Project Space at 141 Division Street. I thought the event happened on Tuesday, and was happy to find out that it was last night. The installation took up about 300 square feet, and the crowd spread over 3,000 square feet of neighborhood. A brutally honest friend told me I wasn’t hip enough to understand what I was seeing, and I decided he might be right. I certainly wasn’t taking him to APL, to be brutally honest about that. It was a great opening with a ton of very young, old friends. I kissed cheeks, glad handed, and was brutally honest with everyone about how great they looked and how exciting the things they are working on sounded. The show is better described by those who were involved:
Nicholas Andersen and Julie Ha of ConfettiSystem debut a new public installation and a new collection of designs. Presented in collaboration with W/ — Project Space and United Bamboo, CONFETTISYSTEM’s new collection, Lights Up!, further explores the duo’s practice of transforming simple materials into objects that occupy the space between the ephemeral and the permanent, evoking a sense of nostalgia and lighthearted fun. They transformed the W/ — Project Space into a theatrical storeroom filled with the fantastical objects and wardrobe used in theatrical production. A video collaboration with director Jon Leone, shot on location at Creatures of Comfort in New York, will also be screened as part of the exhibition. CONFETTISYSTEM has previously collaborated with United Bamboo on several stage designs for their fashion shows, as well as an ad campaign featuring artist Terence Koh; Leone has directed videos for Animal Collective, Ariel Pink and Beach House.
It was off to Hotel Chantelle with a herd of hipsters for cocktails. To be brutally honest, the previously alluded to cucumber concoctions had left me a bit between the ephemeral and the permanent, and I was in an excited state. The roof is so close to being ready and I’m so excited to ask people how much they truly, honestly love it. Chantelle was popping and I hung out with my cutest friend Stephanie and her friends who she referred to as “her Gays!” I showed them the roof, and they were completely, brutally honest—telling me how wonderful it was. The handsomer one—or maybe it was the other—said it was like Paris with a view of the Williamsburg Bridge. He so got me. I promised to absolutely invite him back when it’s done, which might be as early as next week if the contractors behave with brutal honesty. They rarely do .
Somehow I ended up downtown at the Woolworth building where my young old friend, Eric Adolfson, was hosting the after party from that art show at his joint, The Wooly. Eric was part of my merry clan when he was but a wee-lad. It was established that I had completely corrupted him when he was in his Wonder Bread years, and that he had caught the fever which, of course, butterflied into a dream and passion. That’s the way it is: being a nightlife impresario, you can’t get enough. The warning on the side of that cigarette pack says “don’t get or take more than you can handle.” I unfortunately always skipped the fine print. A gentleman in the crowd recognized me from that Limelight documentary, which apparently is still being previewed short of it’s August debut. I wonder how you all will think of me when you see me in that. I was brutally honest, and not very subtle anyway, Eric has it so together at Wooly. He’s a bright guy surrounded by the brightest people, and the Wooly is just wow. It’s everything I ever wanted and worked hard to create. Every time some follower complains that there is nothing to do at night, a friend leads me to another gem. I had heard only good things about The Wooly, but it takes great things to get me to the Financial District. I can’t wait to go back. Eric and I talked about wallpapers, couches, tables, and such, and the future plans. We will talk about all that when it’s the proper time.