There’s been a rash of Warholia on the club scene of late: A number of art-party installations, an attack of Joe Dallesandro clone-looks among the gay, and, of course, big sunglasses and drugged-out looking stares everywhere. Thank goddess the whole screw-on fright wig thing has yet to take off, but I bet someone’s tryin’! Could it be our continued spiral into decadence caused by political powerlessness? Maybe. Or maybe it’s just another generation discovering the silver-clouded joys (although hopefully not the overdoses) that fueled the Factory.
Whatevs, it’s a joy. And the funnest manifestation is Club Heat, a tribute to the giant influence — and even gianter “personalities” — that Warhol’s superstar system effected on modern club life (and art, and politics, and means of production … ). Heat’s a new monthly at the Stud — last month’s was off the hook, and this Friday is electro-stud DJ Donimo’s b-day, which will most likely be scandalous — that combines all the arty with the party to bring back the golden early years of Clublandinalia. Plus — this one’s got an ’80s/kind of post-Studio 54 theme going on, which is a little mixed up, timeline-wise, but hey — post-postmodern!. Pour one out for poor Edie, darling.
PS. I WANT MY MONEY! JUST GIVE ME MY MONEY! (Sorry, you can’t call something Heat without me quoting the movie!)
Oh, Little Joe