On a hot summers night in New York last year, we were initiated into a world we’d only ever seen in music videos. We were at W.i.P (Work in Progress) – a club in SoHo that had recently become the scene of a pretty serious brawl over Rihanna after Drake and his posse had a waitress hand Chris Brown a note that read: “I’m fucking the love of your life”. HEAVY.
Fast-forward a few months to a random night at 1am and shit was gettin’ gansta, with curb crawlin’ trap beats and super bass pumping throughout the club. A bunch of homies who were thuggin’ out hard invited us to join their party and that’s when shit got real. As we walked into their private area, our new friends made it rain dolla dolla bills yo – literally showering us in one-dollar bills upon entry. They had their arms up in the air like kings of the club as their minions scuffled around on the floor scooping up the bills to repeat the shower sequence for the next guest.
Well played NYC, well played.
W.i.P is just as hipster as it is gangsta. Set in a converted warehouse, the club is a modern day version of Andy Warhol’s Factory with rotating art installations in progress that gives the club a unique vibe. You’ll find it on 34 Vandam Street (Between Varick Street and 6th Avenue), open nightly, 6 p.m. to 4 a.m.
One of my New York peeps kept trying to recreate the scene wherever we went. “I’m trying to blog dude!” 😛
I remember trying to find out who the people we were partying with were. They were such a random group and no one seemed to know anyone. Apparently some guy turned 21 and his dad gave him money to spend on a party. But he didn’t have friends, so the club promoters were selecting people from the crowd to make his party look awesome.
Sooooo random. Man the music was good though – let’s go back next summer (that’s soon)!!!!!!!!