The Postelles Drop Their Sweet New Album, ‘… And It Shook Me,’ at The Jane

The time: Tuesday night. The place: The Jane, the hippest budget hotel in Manhattan. The reason: … And It Shook Me, the latest album from The Postelles, a New York-based indie rock four-piece that came to prominence two years ago with their eponymous Albert Hammond Jr.-produced debut. Friends, family, journalists, and a few assorted party crashers came together to celebrate the new record’s release that day, and the mood was festive. The band–singer Daniel Balk, guitarist David Dargahi, bassist John Speyer, and drummer Billy Cadden—humbly worked the room, chatting with anyone who cared to listen about the album, the band, and their upcoming U.S. tour, which begins May 20 in Santa Barbara and winds up back in their hometown of New York at the Studio @ Webster Hall on June 11. Drinks flowed. Laughter rose. Nice-to-meet-yous were exchanged. A massive disco ball slowly spun overhead. Finally, a video projector flickered to life, throwing a scene familiar to attendees onto a large screen.

It was the official premier of the music video for “Pretend It’s Love,” the first single on … And It Shook Me, featuring indie pop chanteuse Alex Winston, and it was filmed, fittingly at The Jane itself. It’s a charming, uplifting track, with bona fide rock roots minus the sneering and brooding typical of the ripped-jeans set. It takes talent to make lyrics like “We run run run away from it all, because we lost it all …” somehow uplifting, but the Postelles + Winston manage to pull it off.

They also showed their hilariously charming video for “Caught By Surprise,” which tells the story of two teenagers in love – as played by an elderly couple. Think, “We Found Love” by Rihanna, with a little less skin and, you know, youth, but the same general narrative of two star-crossed lovers getting into trouble—shoplifting from the liquor store and boosting an unattended bike. Drummer Billy Cadden told me that the video was partially filmed at former Blind Melon guitarist Christopher Thorn’s home in Los Angeles, which lends it a fair amount of street cred.

The sound of The Postelles is fun, upbeat, and reliable, a perfect backdrop for my morning commute. Comparisons to the Strokes and the Black Keys are inevitable, but singer Daniel Balk and crew have created something refreshing and new, and several songs on … And It Shook Me could easily wind up on your summer road trip mix.

Industry Insiders: Todd Selby, Inside Man

Fashion and interiors photographer Todd Selby never dreamed he’d spend his days behind a lens, much less shooting inside the homes of creative icons like Karl Lagerfeld and Christian Louboutin. He grew up in the suburbs and worked a bevy of eclectic jobs—Tijuana tour guide, exotic flower wholesaler, and Japanese clothing designer to name a few—never having considered or even heard of a career as a photographer. All that change when Selby moved to New York and began working at Details in 2001. Selby began taking photos of his friends and their homes, developing his own portfolio in his spare time. These pictures—intimate glimpses into the lust-worthy (and often cluttered) spaces of artistic personalities—soon became the buzz of the design community by way of Selby’s photoblog, The Selby.com. We sat down with fashion’s favorite voyeur to talk Selby beginnings, dream subjects, and his new book, The Selby in Your Place. Details after the jump.

On what brought him to photography: I’ve enjoyed it since I was a kid. I used to do it a lot when I was growing up when my family would travel. I didn’t know about being a photographer. I knew about National Geographic and the person who did school portraits, but I never knew that an editorial or advertising photographer existed. After I moved to New York City, I got involved with different design stuff and learned photography. I worked for a magazine and I thought I wanted to work at a magazine. Then, I realized that photographers had the most fun. That’s kind of the coolest job.

On the beginning of The Selby: On the weekends, I started developing my portfolio, taking pictures of my friends and their homes. Some of the same people that I shot for beginning The Selby were the same people who I shot for my portfolio in 2001.

How The Selby went from personal project to what it is today: I worked for a long time in media work and in London doing portraiture. For magazines I would do a portrait of a band, do a picture of an author in their home, do some celebrity portraiture—I tended to shoot people in their spaces. I just thought it was a lot more interesting than just shooting someone in the studio in a space that had nothing really to do with that person. Then, I wanted to do a personal project based on my interests. So, I just started out doing The Selby as something for myself. I thought it would be kind of cool and fun.

On his blog becoming popular: In the beginning, nobody looked at it. It was just me and my friends. By word of mouth, they’d send it to their friends. Then, other blogs talked about it. It just started getting really, really popular. As it became more and more popular, people started e-mailing me and sending pictures of their places.

His first subjects: I’ve been excited by a lot of the people I’ve photographed, to be honest. Especially in the beginning, when I was just starting out and people were just like, “Yeah. It’s cool. Come.” In the beginning, it was just me and my friends. I’d say, “I’m doing this project. As a favor to me, just let me do this thing.” Then, people started being down with it and excited about doing it and that was really exciting to me.

On the 9-5: I don’t miss any of that stuff. I feel like it’s fun and good and healthy for people to do a lot of different stuff and try things out. I think that I did that and it was really fun. I think my job right now is really amazing. I get to travel. I get to meet really interesting people, go to their house, find out all about them. It’s intellectually stimulating for sure. It’s really fun and artistic and creative. It’s pretty awesome.

The most lust-worthy space he’s photographed. I’m not a very jealous or envious person. I just go in. I’m happy with my own place and my own things. I approach it more as an interest in how other people live. I feel like the Neistat Brothers who are in the book have a really cool office space. I think I was the most inspired by their workspace. In my space, I have all these hard drives and cords that drive me really crazy, but they actually took all the cords and tapes and everything and made it into a cool display.

Dream subjects: I’d really like to shoot the Obama family in the White House. I’d like to shoot the astronauts living in the international space station. I really want to shoot Ralph Lauren and Bruce Weber. I think he’d be really interesting. Those are my top picks.

If time and space weren’t an issue… I’d like to shoot me and my family when I was a kid.

On his new book: I’ve worked on it for so long. Most of the shoots in the book have never been published before. I put a lot of love into that thing. I think it’s a lot of fun. It’s not just my website in a book form. I think it really adds a lot to the whole thing.

Upcoming projects: I do a fair amount of advertising. I shoot for Vogue Paris. It’s a style and home kind of thing. I did my first shoot for American Vogue recently, which was really cool. I do a lot of cool editorial and I just always try to keep working on my own website and doing a new post every week.

Go-to spots: The Smile for dinner. You know The Smile on Bond Street? And, Il Buco for lunch, also on Bond Street. I go to Saltie on Metropolitan in Williamsburg. I was just there today. I love the Jane. Now that it’s reopened that’s exciting for me.

Image by William Gentle.

Nocturnal Confessions: The End Has No End

Around 6am this morning, I hauled myself out of a cab at 6th Ave and West 4th readying myself for the sloppy block-and-a-half stumble to my apartment. As I reached the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks. There, across the street from me, stationed on the Avenue of the Americas like the great beacon of hope, was my taco truck, still serving. (I call it “my taco truck” not because I own it, but because I eat roughly 73% of my meals there, to the great dismay of my digestive system). It’s moments like these that make me both love and hate New York City.

As a guy with a bad heart (I’m on my fourth pacemaker—If there are any cardiologists reading this, know that I’m not above trading sexual favors for free medical advice), I know a thing or two about pushing the envelope. And last night had the feeling of things pushed a little too far. The final night of fashion week is the denouement. I don’t even know if people go out. Now the night before, that’s something to see. No one has slept, everyone’s on their last legs and even the toughest of fashionistas have nearly had too much. Nearly being the key word.

Sometimes the great moments are found in the territories of “nearly had too much.” Sometimes we’re at our best when, even for the split-second it takes to make a decision, we suppress our exhaustion, scream down our insecurities and thrust one final time.

At the Jeremy Scott party, up at Good Units, there was the sensation that fashion folks great and small were looking to embrace the swan song, to clench their teeth and push hard one final time, if for no other reason than to finally rid themselves of the absurdly breached baby that is fashion week.

And there was ice cream.

After some delicious champagne at LVHM’s party for those implacable Parsons kids—more on that later this week—and some surprisingly tasty watermelon tequila drinks at Tokion’s jam with Something Rebellious (a noisy, cluttered affair embodied by the jackass standing outside of Juliet Supper Club, asking people “Did you see my driver? He was right here and he disappeared!”), I met some friends at Scott’s party, though the word “met” implies that there was some kind of organization involved. The lack of cellphone coverage is one of the more appealing elements of Good Units.

It was upstairs where I located most everyone I recognized, and all of them, from the Conde Nasties to the Misshapes, were in full form. Tired of looking for and at other people, they kicked back and relaxed, drank their Belvederes and actually had fun. Phone numbers were exchanged. Makeouts were had. People got yelled at for taking too long in the bathroom.

It felt like a real party, but with that extra sense of intensity that comes with the knowledge that the edge has been ridden too long—and then the sense of desperate relief, the recognition of something familiar as you incise the coming deluge.

These are the moments I love and hate New York. The end of fashion week. My taco truck at 6am.

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A Gift List for Clubdom

The ghosts of Christmas past drive me to self-analytical frenzy, that gets mixed in with the shopping and the holiday greetings whirlwind. Then there’s the, “I love her, she loves me not, she loves me, I can’t stand her 75 percent of the time” pantomime. That leads into who? what? where? New Year’s Eve desperation. With work and traffic, money runs and non-stop Christmas muzak, I think I’m starting to lose it. Gonna leave you to your thing and I’ll go do mine. Before I go, I’m going to give some clubs some uncle Steve advice: What “should” each club want for Christmas?

Avenue: A deep breath. 1Oak: Another year like this one. Or better– like the year before, as the recession comes to an end. Boom Boom Room/18th floor: A laugh track and a high-speed money counter. Bungalow 8: A real deal redux and a neighborhood revival. The Jane: Another chance! The Beatrice : Clarity. Rose Bar : A Basquiat and a big hug. Provocateur: Patience and humility. Simyone: Diversity to go along with all that quality, good looks and charm. Rdv: A “stay true to your school” t-shirt. Cielo: A moment away from cops and courts to concentrate on the real club side of things. Pacha: The same plus a VIP host who knows everybody in clubdom and gets them to come. Lit: A clone for Mr. Foss and a swiffer sweeper. Apotheke: More of the old (crowd) and more of the same (delicious cocktails). Greenhouse: One clear public message besides the green thing or the green thing and chain of command. Juliet: A new lighting concept and lots of fabric. Hudson Terrace: The Copacabana. The Eldridge: 25 more square feet. M2: A real good old school club night with lots of familiar faces. This place rocks when filled with good peeps. La Pomme: Time to build its own crowd. GoldBar: A gold medal for Jon “the legend” Lennon and a little more light. It’s too dark to appreciate the crowd. Marquee: Glass and maybe a once a month huge DJ and a clearing out of the furniture. Webster Hall: Convictions. Southside: Brotherly love. Ella: A little respect. Gansevoort Roof, Highbar, Empire Hotel: Eternal sunshine, endless summer. The Box: Moist towelettes and more Patrick Duffy.

Who am I to tell all these young studs what they may or may not need. But I do remember something James Brown once said: “I taught them everything they know, but not everything I know.” Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

All the Week’s Parties: New York’s Hottest Spots, Night by Night

Being a partier used to be as simple as throwing on a clean tee and getting out the door. Now, it’s work. The Jane was once our last great hope; it’s now all but shuttered. Just when we feel we’ve found our new home, a place where — if not everyone knows our name, at least they know our label — it loses its license, lease, or cool. If we were lazy, we’d advise you to try the Boom Boom Room every single night of the week, but if on top of the world isn’t really your scene, here’s what’s been moving and shaking amongst the movers and shakers this week. We’ll be trying them out one by one, consumed with the determination to find our Beatrice Inn incarnate.

Monday

Out: Le Royale’s le over, but the party’s moved on. Goldbar‘s dancey Monday night for industry/locals called it quits, probably because their staff was still too wasted from Sunday.

In:

Antik (Greenwich Village): Where have all the Le Royale kids gone? They’ve carried on with Monarch Mondays, moving along with a stint at Above Allen, but this week found themselves at the little speakeasy bar below Antik. ● Stanton Social (Lower East Side): Monday nights here are, dare I say it: still fun after all these New York minutes. ● Butter (Noho): If last night was any indication, Butter was back (as if it ever left). The place was packed with a healthy mix, and it seemed like the usual suspects make Monday night a solid tradition here.

Others: Black & White (Greenwich Village): Restaurant becomes cramped, sexy, sweaty hotspot after ten.

Tuesday

Out: Newish venues bask in the glow of venues now passed, and old standbys stay stable for the drinking occasion.

In:

Rose Bar (Gramercy): Still kicking it with a mix of Gossip Girls, models and worldly travelers. ● Avenue (Chelsea): When nightlife all-stars work the door — the Beatrice’s Todd and Angelo team up with Wass for some reinstated Bea fun — and fashionable DJs like Lanvin enthusiast Mike Nouveau abound, it’s worth a revival of sorts. If they offered drink specials, this place would be a thorough hit with the downtown ‘it’ kids. ● 1OAK (Chelsea): Right around the corner, the one-of-a-kind kids get the spillage of displaced hipster kids, who can’t decide between one gilded lounge or the other.

Others: Tenjune (Meatpacking): Sure snobs, it’s stale. Doesn’t mean it isn’t packed.

Wednesday

Out: Chloe 81 used to own this night a mere year ago, and Southside used to be on top as well.

In:

Le Cubain (Lower East Side): Once the spot for ‘new Beatrice‘ Chloe, Le Cubain, the restaurant above draws all sort of PYT’s, proving once again that restaurants add a whole other dimension to nightlife. Babes with bangs in boots and vintage fur coats abound, and eventually make it downstairs for a Chloe revival. ● 1OAK (Chelsea): This is still OAK’s undisputed ‘hot’ night, but it gets much hotter tonight, as Oak’s woodsman, Scott Sartiano will be celebrating his birthday. Expect the popping of many bottles of Dom. ● Greenhouse (Soho): This one is in the basement, kids.

Others: The Eldridge (Lower East Side) and their rock night with Mike Nouveau (again!) showed promise last week, so fingers crossed things add up. Meanwhile, the Hotel Gansevoort (Meatpacking) premieres Digital Wednesdays: a mix of media-ites, and the usual self-promoting party promoters. Hot spot? Doubtful, but we’ll check it, just to be sure.

Thursday

Out: Thursday has kept a nice collection of parties, favoring both A and D list. Thursday may be the new Monday.

In:

BEast (Chinatown): Ryan McGinley’s night of debauchery is still in swing. Expect a Misshape or two, Sophia Lamar, and a band of insiders. ● subMercer(Soho): You may have forgotten about this celeb laden underground, but she’s back. ● Above Allen (Lower East Side): The view looks really good on Thursdays at this lounge with a view.

Others: Get spilled on in the hole-in-the-wall that collect’s BEast’s over spill at 169 Bar (Chinatown), or head to Baddies (West Village), where Collett and a slew of good looking guys and gals make this space a great after-dinner dance spot.

Friday

Out: It used to be a day of rest for jaded New Yorkers, but since we’ve stopped bleeding moola, Friday’s a great day to cut loose. B&T collectors like Griffin are done, while zip codes do most of the overall collecting.

In:

Butter (Noho): Friday night party Whipped is so fresh, most can’t believe it’s Butter. Resident hipster DJs Matt & Maia draw out big name fashion folks like Alexander Wang and the Ronsons, and buddy up with special guest DJs like Interpol’s Paul Banks. Mixed clientele harbor a serious need to put on their dancing Miu Mius. ● Boom Boom Room (Meatpacking District): You probably won’t make it in like the rest of the plebeians (us included), but if you could, this would be the night to go. ● The Standard Grill (Meatpacking District): What’s that, didn’t make it in to Boom? Luckily, the Grill is jumping with everyone else who tried their luck, and are now eating duck. Luckily, even the most beautiful, classy of folks gather here, so it’s a hotspot, nonetheless.

subMercer(Soho): Two nights in a row, this spot is hot.

Others to try:

Civetta (Nolita) Finally, a fun late-night spot to hit in this nabe? Steve Lewis says it’s true. Otherwise, head down to Home Sweet Home (Lower East Side), where Jonathan Toubin brings the fairly popular New York Night Train to this little living room on Friday nights.

Saturday

Out: Collective Hardware burned a floor or two, and if you aren’t in the loop, you probably wouldn’t know what the good nights are anyways. In any case, tonight is all about Halloween.

In:

Boom Boom Room (Meatpacking District): Secret Halloween parties abound! Expect some seriously gorgeous costumes filtering through. ● Lit Lounge (East Village): Sometimes, patrons of Lit look as if they celebrate Halloween every day of the year. Sometimes, it really is Halloween. ● Bowery Hotel (East Village): Simonez throws ragers here, spanning Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night. Keeping it fresh by keeping outsiders guessing, tonight’s Halloween party is going to be tops on the terrace.

Sunday

Out: It’s been a while since the playing field has been leveled.

In: Goldbar (Nolita): Some say this is as good as Sundays could get. Some say you might still be wearing your Halloween hooker get-up from last night. If so, skip this place. Far too classy for the likes of you, missy. Sway (Sway): Moroccan-themed rocker. Share in the angst with La Lohan on Sunday night Morrissey fests. Greenhouse (Soho): Though it may have a troubled door, Green’s Sunday night has been thriving.

Others: At 1OAK (Chelsea), the boys have been trying to bring back 1Oak’s Sunday night. Might want to check in on their progress.

Photo: Patrick McMullan

Industry Insiders: Harley and Cassie, The Inseperable DJ Duo

Harley Viera-Newton and Cassie Coane have been deemed New York nightlife “It” girls more than they care to get into. Both NYU students, originally from Los Angeles, they’ve somewhat surprisingly secured nights at the hottest, hipster-esque venues in town. They started DJing as a side gig at recently-shuttered Beatrice Inn, which led to nights at Lit Lounge and Avenue in addition to working private events. The longtime best friends are known for their absolutely comical bickering, and have an East Village Radio show, Teenage Kicks — where they dispute freely and jam out to obscure punk. BlackBook talks to the sensible nightlife duo about the balance of being successful girl DJ’s and having a damn good time while doin’ it.

How’d the duo form? CC: We met in high school. We actually didn’t like each other. HVN: We went to different high schools. CC: Why won’t you let me finish my sentences? I’m gonna fucking get there. Basically, we had different friend groups. There was one guy group and two girl groups, and the two girl groups didn’t get along. We were eventually brought together and forced to become friends.

And when did you both make the move to New York? HVN: 3 years ago for college at NYU. CC: After high school, it was the mass exodus of all our friends. Coming to ruin New York and destroy everything that’s left.

Future plans after college? CC: Very unclear. Get married. HVN: Cassie wants to get married and move to the South and I don’t know what I want to do. CC: No, we decided you want to work for the Discovery Channel. HVN: Oh yeah, I want to do an internship outside anything I’ve ever done. CC: And get out of nightlife forever. HVN: Forever…we’re over it.

What was the catalyst to start DJing? HVN: I DJed a couple birthday parties in L.A. for my little sister’s friends. That was my first job. It was so cool ’cause I was the really hip DJ for the younger kids. I was just doing it off my iTunes, and then I started throwing this party in the East Village with a boy named Harley who was a real DJ. I’d watch over his shoulder. From that party, I somehow got a night at Beatrice on Tuesdays and that’s where she jumped on. CC: She needed me because she played such bad music. HVN: No, she just made a good thing bad. But yeah she literally was like, ‘You play the worst music.’

Do you have similar taste in music? HVN: There are certain songs that one of us will play and the other will want to kill themselves. Cassie will play a really slow Fleetwood Mac song at prime time, just when I want a rager. CC: Harley kills it with the people pleasers and I like ruining that. HVN: I entertain, and she educates.

How’d you end up with a night at Lit Lounge? CC: We started hanging out at Lit, and it became our favorite bar. We wanted to get a night there, so Harley wrote this super long email to the owner with our proposal, and he wrote back saying no. HVN: He wrote back with ‘I’m really sorry. I respect your taste, but that’s just not gonna bring a crowd.’ Which was ironic because at the time, there was happening on Wednesday nights. CC: They just so badly didn’t want us. HVN: So we’re totally bummed that we were stuck at Beatrice where we couldn’t play our music, and then a friend came to see us DJ on Tuesday nights and was like, ‘You guys are great. You really should do something at Lit.’ He’s friends with the owner, and tricked him into hiring us. At first it was just us and a couple of our friends hanging out, and we could play really good music because it was empty. Then slowly it became more and more crowded and the good music sort of faded out. CC: We gave in.

How long ago was that? HVN & CC: That was two years ago.

How would you describe Lit? HVN: Gross. It gets really hot and packed and it’s like a blackout. Everyone comes to get fucking wasted, rave and dance. We’ve probably taken ten years off of our life by working there. CC: There’s no other bar like Lit. We’ve tried to find one.

And now you’re spinning at Avenue? CC: It’s way different. HVN: It’s cool because they split it up between a bunch of different DJs, and its relatively easy because it’s a big super club but the DJ booth is elevated. So, we’re completely disconnected from the crowd, so… CC: So we can play the guiltiest pleasures…like Lady Gaga. . HVN: We can play bangers, top 40’s, no problem. The whole thing about this Tuesday night at Avenue is that it’s like a Beatrice night at Avenue. Last night, the owner came up to us and said, ‘Don’t play to the crowd.’ Because that’s the point of this. We’re supposed to agitate them.

Lit or Avenue? HVN: Well obviously we’re fish out of water at Avenue. That’s also why it’s fun because it’s so different. CC: It’s fun to drag our dirtbag friends down there to drink Belvedere.

Are you close with other NY DJs? CC: All of them. We run in a really weird pack where we all hang out and none of us are out to get each other.

Do you share music in with other DJ’s? HVN & CC: we steal CC: We all steal from each other, but it’s all in good fun. We all have our signature songs and bangers that no one would steal. HVN: Some DJ’s are super threatened and pissed off that two girls who aren’t using records and aren’t super technical are getting jobs. They’re DJing with super clubs all over and their like, ‘How are these girls getting this?’ CC: The DJ game isn’t how it used to be. We have a friend who has been DJing for a really long time and plays records and makes mixtapes and he’s told us, ‘You guys have made me want to be a worse DJ.’ We go in with our fucking laptops and get jobs. HVN: It’s so much more about song selection these days. No one wants to go into a club and hear some “wicka-wicka” for an hour. CC: I think that’s a good thing. It’s not the end of DJing or anything.

How do you pick playlists for the radio show? HVN: That’s a good question. We don’t. We literally go in so hung over because we DJed the night before and we try to find music and think of things to say. CC: We really should plan it. We play all the weird music. HVN: We can play anything. It’s our radio show.

Who listens to your show? HVN: We’ve gotten a lot of good feedback from it online. People do listen to East Village Radio. Mark Ronson has a show too. We get e-mails that are like, ‘Loved your show today,’ and I’m can’t believe someone’s listening to us. It’s so bizarre. CC: We literally thought it was just going to be our parents and our two friends who don’t live in New York. HVN: Every week we get in there and we’re like, ‘Fuck we need to plan next week.’ The guy before us has sheets typed out and he’s always reading. CC: I don’t mind that we don’t do that. Its cooler to have it that way. East Village Radio obviously hired us for a reason. We’re fucked up. That’s literally 100% why they hired us, because we fight all the time. HVN: People are also stoked that it’s interactive. You can instant message the station while we’re there.

What defines “It” girls? HVN: I think being nice is really important. We don’t have very many enemies. I mean, we have a few. CC: Everyone is a fucking “It” girl. Literally any girl who is doing anything. Why can’t we just be DJs? They just have to throw a name on it. It’s certainly like a phenomenon. Girls are killing it right now. Girl bands, and girl DJs, and girl designers. It’s not fucking 1923 it’s not that big of a deal that girls are killing it. People are really still stoked on girls and I think that is where the term comes from. Look as us. We’re blacking out every night for free and we’re “It” girls.

How do you get the word out about parties? CC: We used to do mass invites on Facebook. They were like really on-point and funny. Then we got mad lazy and we’d fight about who would have to do the invite. It was technically my job, because Harley does fucking everything. HVN: At one point, it was just us and our friends Lit. All of the sudden, we don’t know anyone at our parties or where they’re coming from.

What are your broader goals for DJing? HVN: Milk it as much as possible. CC: We like to be realistic. This isn’t a real life; being sent to Paris to DJ and getting free shit. We’re aware of what’s going on. And we’ve seen friends of ours be the biggest thing and then suddenly, no one gives a fuck. We travel as much as we can. HVN: We really wanted a radio show and thought East Village radio was awesome. CC: And we thought there was literally no way that they would hire us. HVN: And we made it happen. Now is a good time to start with anything we want to do. And when our time is up, which might be soon, it will be nice to get out of nightlife. ‘Milk it’ is our philosophy. We don’t want to DJ forever. We don’t want to be 40 and still doing it. Girls have a really short life in this business. There are cuter, younger girls, and we’ll just have to step aside and give it to them. CC: They’re probably way cooler than us too.

The next Harley and Cassie? HVN: I don’t know, Miley Cyrus?

Any reality shows in the future? HVN: We’ve been offered so many. It’s funny how desperate people are for anything. We’ll basically do things that brings us into the musical world, but if it comes into our personal lives, then we say no. CC: We do so many naughty things that we don’t want out there. Our parents already hate us. Why would we do reality TV? HVN: Anything you do in the future is uncool after you’ve been on a reality show. CC: Our long term goals are to be real people and not drinking until 5am. [Reality TV] isn’t conducive to that behavior.

Where do you hang out and shop? HVN: The Smile. The Jane. CC: Arrow Bar. HVN: That’s like our second home besides Lit. CC: Also, the Natural History Museum. I drag Harley on adventures a lot. I dragged her to the Bronx Zoo and Coney Island recently. HVN: People think it’s weird that they see us during the day and realize that we actually hang out all the time. Someone once caught us walking down the street holding hands, and we’ll never recover. CC: We shop at No. 6, Opening Ceremony, Screaming Mimi’s, Tom Binns Megastore. HVN: Freemans. Lil’ Frankies. We keep it random.