Tasting “Vs. Magazine After Party” @ The Electric Room Pt. 1
Monday February 13th, 2012
Hosted by : Vs. Magazine, One Management, Nur Khan, and Helena Christensen
Music provided by: Pat Mahoney (LCD Soundsystem), Paul Banks (Interpol), DJ Cash, and Kieren Taylor
Tonight’s NYFW after party would be at the infamously hard to break door, The Electric Room. Guest list was on a very strict RSVP only policy, as with all these parties are. Coat check was offered immediately to your left and there was an open vodka bar till around 12 am. The whole ordeal was a very interesting experience because:
- Only one of our “tasters” was going to this event.
- He didn’t arrive on time.
- He almost contemplated leaving after standing on line for ONE HOUR……
"A" is for "Arrow to the Head" - The Anarchist Alphabet.
To skip all the information about RSVPing and waiting on Line, skip ahead to Pt. 2 or….
Zero : I was pretty pumped to go to The Electric Room again for this event. This was going to be our “second serving” of the venue. While our first visit was a little uneven, we’re never ones to completely dismiss a place because of an alright experience. We don’t like the taste of “sour grapes” either.
For those of you who don’t want to hear about my over dramatic recollection of the events leading up to the party, you can skip ahead here in Pt. 2
I’ll now be going a little in depth about the process of getting in, probably more so than the actual party itself. Why you ask? Well, we at TasteYourParty are coming in mostly NOT knowing anyone in the NYC night life scene. Sure we follow people on Twitter and get some friend acceptances on Facebook, but in actuality, we’ve never really spoken to these people or have any sort of real contact. Therefore, we’ve don’t get too many personal invites to come check out a party. Especially a fashion week party. This leaves us on our own and we do our best to uncover ways on getting into these exclusive places. Maybe one day we’ll be able to walk to the front of the line and just be waved in, but until now, here’s how we do it.
After scouring my way through information, I found the invite image for the party. If you looked closely however, the RSVP email was altered and removed.
After some digging, I was able to find the original image and quickly composed a new email.
I should point out that the original image was out there somewhere and that I didn’t do anything of the devious nature to get it.
I sent in my name on the cutoff day and wondered in the back of my mind whether or not it went through. To my surprise, I got a confirmation email the day of, as opposed to a “we are no longer taking guests at this time due to capacity" response.
We really should have sent out earlyBIRD tonight because I really regretted arriving over an hour late for this. When I got there and made my way down the graffiti tagged loading dock, the line was already substantially long. As always, you had your groups of people who “knew someone” inside and immediately went right to the front. Trying to catch the door girl’s eye, they frantically waved for attention. This worked for some of them and others were told to get back in line. The doormen tried as much as they could to keep all these women from doing this (yes it’s almost always ladies) but it became pretty overwhelming at times turning into a feeding frenzy for entry.
And so it went on like this the whole time. There was a stop to letting people in (who were standing on the legitimate line) and I was stuck there for ONE HOUR. People were now in complaining mode. Some couples eventually grew tired of standing and stepped off line. This was the only reason I was moving forward. Eventually I did make it to the front, well behind 2 sets of couples, and I eagerly anticipated getting in. Thank God I had Twitter updates to keep me company, otherwise I probably would have gotten bored and left. They also had outdoor heaters directly above us. No shiver shakers on this line.
At one point, a women announced - “The NYPD is on their way ! The party may be shutting down !”
Groans let out behind me as people wondered about the validity of the statement. Others took this as a cue to give up and leave but a core group of us were determined to get in! And then it finally happened. About 15 girls exited through the entrance door and it was obvious they weren’t coming back. The door girl took out her clip board and started checking names.
"Who here is on the RSVP list?" she asked as the people in front of me were apparently not.
I quickly raised my hand and she beckoned me to the front. I gave my name and watched her go through the papers to tell me some good news.
"I’m not seeing you here…"
I almost started whimpering and giving “puppy dog eyes” until I frantically blurted out “But I have a confirmation email…” My heart skipped a beat.
"Oh, ok I’ll take a look" she said but left to address something inside real quick. I frantically pulled out my phone and my email app and I saw others around me begin to do the same thing. When she returned I nervously showed her the confirmation email that I did in fact have and I was……………
My mixed bag of emotions had me feeling akin to this guy.
Continued in Pt. 2