Showing posts with label Seoul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seoul. Show all posts

Friday, May 28, 2010

rock, paper, soju

Remember that party in Seoul I mentioned a while ago?
It went a little something like this ....




...
Hello Seoul.
Hello new and wonderfully talented friends with seductive little gadgets
 

Pink = Rachel
Red = Klarika





... and I ran into another friend who can write a story like you wouldn't believe ...


... and we stumbled on a store that
gave me one more reason to love Seoul ...
Did you know they sell disposable lomo cameras?
I didn't buy one.
Hello regret. 


... day turned to night ....



and it was time to head over to the party.
Walk down the ramp ...


... along the little path ...


... and then ...





... art, masks, music booze ...
















Drink up your soju kids!
It's time to go.
Where?

That's for another post.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Rock, Scissor, Paper. I WIN! You have to come to this party!


The Hot Dog is taking another little trip to Seoul this weekend ... 

Want to come?




The pretty boy from Seoul took nice pictures of the last one.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

sweat on the walls - Party 51+

Saturday was just too nice of a day for "Andream" to waste sitting on a train, she flew to Seoul instead.
La-di-da.



After a little ride on the 6217, which I did not get sick on ...


.. I met up with the boys.



... and so began the day at party 51+.
The show was held partly to celebrate May Day, and mostly to protest gentrification in Hongdae, specifically the area that was taken over for the show. 
I wish I knew more about it, but info like that is hard to find if you don't speak Korean.

There were bands outside ...

... and bands inside.
They played down in a tiny little basement... 


... and upstairs on the third floor with the crumbling ceiling...










Eventually the day turned into night ...

.. and look who stopped by.

Sitting turned into standing ...

... which turned into sweaty dancing ...


... and then the lights went out ...

I don't know what you were doing when you were 18, but this kid just shows up, plugs in a laptop,throws on a welding hat and mixes up something fierce for the older kids, and gets an encore. The sweat was dripping from the walls by the end of the set.



The sign of a true professional.
He can crowd surf around the room without losing his toque or 
sunglasses, and make it back just in time to sing the next verse.

It was a long, long day. We were pretty tired.
The Prince slept in Seoul ...


and the rest of us dragged our tired bones on to the first train home.

Ps. Sorry I can't list more bands.
There were many ...
but now seem to be hard to find.