Usually when I walk into a dance party and the thing I become immediately aware of is the wall of must that has just hit my nostrils I take it as a good indication of dance party par excellence. Such was the case Saturday night at DC9… if DJ Gavin Holland and co. are trying to go for a touch a class with the Nouveau Riche moniker, it is with a keen sense of self mockery that they do so, because the theme of Saturday night’s sesh might as well have been the get-exploit-beaucoup-niche. Between the shirts-off testosterone romp to (and I’ll just call her) the lady in red, lets just say nipples were in abundance. Can I just say, thank you Cole for your enthusiasm, you are truly one of god’s children.
See all the pictures from Saturday night here: Nouveau Riche @ DC9, Dakota Fine on flickr
As the topless twosome lived out their dance club fantasies, it appeared there were at least a couple of ladies who were also backing up their homo-grind… DJ Gavin Holland tore it up all night with his eclectic mix of sounds. And can I just say? Big fan of the tight tights, ladies keep it up. Work it out.
This dude above passed out at the table, these chicks thought they’d give him a little arousal, I think they succeeded, although no one’s ever pleased to be awoken from a deep sleep, this guy was no different. As for the man with the handlebar mustache, all I can say is damn, son.
Seriously though, the party was off the chain. Big ups to DC9 and all the Nouveau Riche crew for taking my night from great to spectacular.
Awesome Dakota! You even got the shot of the girl flashing without being overly creepy.
February 25, 2008 at 9:08 amthese photos are rich.
February 25, 2008 at 10:17 amI don’t remember falling asleep at the table or any of the bullshit that was apparently going around me. oops
February 25, 2008 at 10:42 amkudos to you my friend… anyhow, the pictures of you are some of my faves, it looks like you were posing, but really i think you were just caught unawares
February 25, 2008 at 10:50 amha, yeah, without the caption it could probably be passed off as something other than me passing out. I actually did this both nights this weekend, come to think of it. ballin.
February 25, 2008 at 10:59 amWOW!
assorted comments:
1. dakota = my own personal jesus
2. while i will admit i did kill it, others responsible for the combined majority (66%) of the killing it:
a. SteveLove (33%)
b. Nacey (33%)
3. because we can’t do the last saturday in march (we’re going down to miami for winter music conference), we’re doing a special one-off monster blowout extravaganza at the rock & roll hotel saturday, march 22nd, and we’re taking over the entire thing:
Nouveau Riche presents…
the premier worldwide ambassador of Baltimore club…
Mad Decent recording artist…
***BLAQSTARR***
Blaqstarr & Nouveau Riche DJs destroy the mainstage
Upstairs: Matt Nordstrom (Sleaze, DC), Ed Dudes (Bangin’ Dudes, DC) and Emily Rabbit (BBC Soundsystem, Baltimore)
…and DURKL everywhere.
Blaqstarr produced two tracks for M.I.A.’s latest album Kala, and has recently been touring with Diplo. Fun for your whole family! Do not bring your grandkids, they will cry.
February 25, 2008 at 11:02 amI love tits and I LOVE Dream — best nightclub in DC! Keep up the good work!!
Extra-high five to the Eiful Tower move!!! That’s my classic position, bitches LOVE IT.
February 25, 2008 at 11:38 amHaha… “topless twosome”… “homo-grind” … The last time I go dance with a guy per South Dakota’s request! I should have known better… LoL. Bronques, you are not, my man. There’s nothing wrong with homo-grind, but the only homo-grind going on @ Nouveau Riche was Dakota’s hand in his pants…
February 25, 2008 at 11:39 amAs the dude with the handlebar mustache, all I can say is… it’s gone now. Saturday night was its going away party.
I fucked up everything I did on Sunday (nothing to do with the bottomless mimosas). I think all of my power was vested in it.
February 25, 2008 at 11:41 amMan when I first got to this party I was whining about all the douches Facebook rung in and how I couldn’t get my stupid beer. Boo fuckin hoo.
If you sweated through the first couple hours and waited for the weaklings to flee (couldn’t handle smudgey makeup and pit stains) you were left with some of the fiercest motherfuckers to hit the floor.
These photos are testament to how money this party was. Shit fuck, even I woke up sandwidged between two girls.
Kristen, nice boob and thanks for the lip tattoos. Blonde girl in the black, I don’t remember dancing with you like that but my pelvis thanks you too.
The only regret I have is that there’s no Jesse swinging from the ceiling rafters.
February 25, 2008 at 12:24 pmI do so enjoy a new moniker, so lady in red it is then Dakota. Thanks for capturing me in my sweaty drunken naked glory…. my parents would be so proud;-)
Tre, what is that crazy dance pose you got going on? yoga man yoga.
p.s now that i have those gorgeous photos of me up, i have the cahoonas to ask around….
who was that tall shaved head white shirt wearing dj from sat night?……*ouch**yum*
This one happened to be my birthday and probably the best B-day party I’ve ever had. Seriously, thank you guys.
February 25, 2008 at 2:32 pmKristen — that would be the incomparable SteveLove. But sorry ladies, he’s taken!
February 25, 2008 at 3:11 pmAlso, Gavin - Robert Miles? Robert Fucking Miles? Fuck. Yes. End every set with this.
That was my jam circa 1999, and I was late to the Miles train.
February 25, 2008 at 5:08 pmReiterates why I do not go to this event.
Know that site: hotchickswithdouchebags.com?
replace “hot” with mediocre and there we go.
February 25, 2008 at 5:22 pmOn second thought - the above was uncalled for.
February 25, 2008 at 8:02 pm
nerd guy isnt dress quite as “wacky” as usual…what gives?
February 25, 2008 at 9:05 am