The video of the original track features an excerpt from a cult short film called C’était un rendez-vous, the story of a guy who takes punctuality seriously dashing through Paris to meet a girl (would’ve been funny if she arrived late). Amid the flaky weather in Montreal, it makes me want to go back there.
Note: a song with a similar mood is the smashing remix of The Killers’ Mr. Brightside by Stuart Price (aka Jacques Lu Cont).
We finished last week our Tee version of Dutch Producer Fedde Le Grand’s hit single Put Your Hands Up for Detroit.
The final artwork didn’t change much from the first draft. While the illustration is the same, an artistic interpretation of the poster of an 80s film, the lettering now reflects the font used on the movie title. We’re not sure if many people will get the reference, but we think it’ll look nice on a T-shirt.
It should be no surprise from our many night excursions that one of the sub-cultures of our company and T-shirts deals with house and electronic music.
I’ll explain the association at another time because, well, I gotta head out. In the meantime here’s an early draft of an upcoming tee based on Fedde Le Grand’s tune Put Your Hands Up For Detroit.
Can anyone guess what movie the character is from?
ps: was hoping to give an update from the previous post but looks like today’s not the day. Appreciate though the people who commented.
It almost started really early. Shortly upon arriving London on Sunday morning, I dropped my bags at King’s Cross and headed to an after for a Berghain-type night at EGG. It wasn’t that I was in a real mood to party. I just couldn’t think of anything else to do as I didn’t have keys to the flat and didn’t want to wake my friend up.
It was 10am by the time I got to EGG, a 15-minute walk along the industrial wasteland north of King’s Cross. I got in the queue (I was the only one), took off my jacket, stared at the camera, and ultimately got snubbed. “He doesn’t want you in”, the bouncer said. I don’t blame him. I looked either too sober or dodgy from the red-eye.
But things picked up quickly afterwards. “Hope you arrived safely in lon. So, the usual q: what’s the plan 4 tonight.” Flatmate and I get along too well.
Earlier this week, we hit The Big Chill in Brick Lane, Keston Lodge, our perennial Upper Street hangout, the Brazilian beats of Favela Chic, dreambagsjaguarshoes, and the Tescodisco night at the Ditch Bar, where we didn’t fit quite in.
Last night, we kicked off the evening at Abacus to join the banking crowd for a short evening of debauchery. The bar on the main floor was already humming when we arrived shortly after 9pm. After a quick drink, we moved downstairs and were surprised to see even more people (200?) chilling at the lounge or swinging their hips on the dance floor.
Then it was off to the T Bar in Shoreditch for a mishmash of dark, industrial, electro sound of Ivan Smagghe, whose name adorns our Vinyl T-shirt.
Addresses
Abacus: 24 Cornhill, Bank, website
Big Chill: Dray Walk, Liverpool St, website
DiTch bar: 145 Shoreditch High St, Liverpool St, website
dreambagsjaguarshoes: 34-36 Kingsland Rd, Old St, website
EGG: 200 York Way, King’s Cross, website
Favela Chic: 91 Great Eastern Rd, Old St, website
Keston Lodge: 131 Upper St, Angel, website
T Bar: 56 Shoreditch High St, Liverpool St, website
