V-day wasn't a night for the lonely, because the lonely couldn't be found anywhere inside.
15 February 2009
Lonely. We're afraid not.
Olivier Zahm crouched low for one last portrait, while James Murphy turned the tables for one last night. Even before Andre's Belvedere IX graffiti for the pop-up Le Baron dried, it had to pop-back to Paris.
V-day wasn't a night for the lonely, because the lonely couldn't be found anywhere inside.
V-day wasn't a night for the lonely, because the lonely couldn't be found anywhere inside.
14 February 2009
Mark it. Frankly, Mr. Shankly.
Mark brought Mr. Daniel Merriweather. Mr. Merriweather brought the merriment. The crowd hung on for another night at Le Baron NYC, hosted by Belvedere IX.
This is only a preview. Please check back later for more pictures from last night.
-The Coterie.
Photographs by BD.
Edited by A.
This is only a preview. Please check back later for more pictures from last night.
-The Coterie.
Photographs by BD.
Edited by A.
13 February 2009
Pop rocks. Don't Stop. Spray me.
Andre got the spray can out, imported his Parisian Le BARON to NYC, and invited all his friends to celebrate the release of Belvedere IX.
Paul spun the vinyle while dj A-Trak spun the beats. Waris chatted it up over a doodle. Andre Benjamin sported his Bixby. Terry mugged for a shot while Mickey ate a sandwich. Mary-Kate was there, as the story goes, but no one has the proof.
Pop rocks were popped. Belvedere was passed. And on it went until...well, even now, it's probably still going on.
-The Coterie
Photographs by BD.
Edited by A.

Paul spun the vinyle while dj A-Trak spun the beats. Waris chatted it up over a doodle. Andre Benjamin sported his Bixby. Terry mugged for a shot while Mickey ate a sandwich. Mary-Kate was there, as the story goes, but no one has the proof.
Pop rocks were popped. Belvedere was passed. And on it went until...well, even now, it's probably still going on.
-The Coterie
Photographs by BD.
Edited by A.

12 February 2009
Mr. IX
08 February 2009
Smokes. Blokes. And Other Folks.
The Chainsmokers showed up at midnight with their torn Twister mats, stick-on 'staches and homemade unibrows, megaphones, Mr. G and Ja'mie King, wicked mosh-ups, mash-ups, and mock-ups, smokes, smokes, and, as it goes, more smokes.
The crowd swelled beyond capacity and the front door shut down. We were lucky enough to be shut in. As for those shut out…this was Friday night at Le Royale.
And much more...
The crowd swelled beyond capacity and the front door shut down. We were lucky enough to be shut in. As for those shut out…this was Friday night at Le Royale.
And much more...
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