The only thing dumber than Freedom Fries is the idea of me writing this in french like I originally threatened to. Yeah.
Entirely undumb was L’Alliance Francaise de Washington’s Carte Blanche Sorée last thursday (May 1); a well-formulated excuse for wining, cheesin’, projected video watching and some DJ Neville Chamberlain, who got away with playing about two hours of bangin but unfrenchly bossa nova. Like a finely tuned mullet, this party was in the back, in a smaller carriage house, while the main biz of showcasing the Phillips’ collection of french art happened in the main building in the front. There was plenty of to-ing and fro-ing between locales while the sun was still up, but trust, folks got their thirsty fidget on after sunset. Between Neville and DJ Hervé’s sets was a 15 minute burst of hip hop infused modernity from the Culture Shock Dance Troupe.
The evening’s interesting incidental:
There was a gentleman in the house who was totally not interested in being photographed. “I hate this”, he told his lady friend. That was until he asked if I knew young Dakota Fine. I said “True” and the vibe shifted hugely to the positive. Me, happily outshined. And mildly buzzed by 9PM.
why does the bartender remind me of Bill Nye the Science Guy?
he’s a true pimp by the way
who can swing dance
Bill that is
i have no idea about the bartender
May 7, 2008 at 3:32 pm