Retail Rock

I just spent the better part of 3 days turning the Prada store in NY into a discotheque for the Raconteurs. Just the very thought now makes me feel dirty. Much like this:














It was a truly hellish experience, to say the least. I am accustomed to putting together a compact little rock show now and again, but this was just downright unnatural. You wouldn't set wild bears loose in a French bistro, so why would you stage a rock show in a retail store? In the end I was pretty pleased with how it looked, although there was damn near nothing artistic, creative or interesting about the entire ordeal. From the coked up fashionistas trying to articulate their definition of glamour through lighting to the d-listers elbowing their way into my afternoon it all looked a little bit like this:





















































Done...and done.
















Commence disco














The show itself was pretty garish. The Raconteurs sound a bit like throwing the MC5 down a flight of stairs and the house DJ played a crispy selection of NY post-rock-to-a-disco-high-hat-beat tunes. It was all very 2002. Did I just say that?
This is me riding home in a cab at around 3AM after deciding that I will never work for anyone ever again, especially if they are at all affiliated with fashion, fashion week, clothing, rock and roll, cocaine, feathers, hairspray, stiletto heels, tweed, evening wear, Seth Green, hours 'dourvs, stupid hats or Prada.
















Not to be negative in the least, I did make some decent money and now I have the rest of the weekend to lie around, drink wine, watch The Runaways documentary on Showtime and prepare for Alaska which is where, needless to say, my head has been for a few weeks.