Best Up in Tha Club II

...No, wait. This is a fashion/design/nightlife/etc. blog. That's what it is. Anyway...

Saturday night. Everyone heads to the Pyramid Club in honor of Chris' birthday. As with all nights where I'm going to be clubbin', I start out at Hillary and Grace's place.

Then it's off to the club. Here's the man of honor, Mr. Chris Vermillion.

I don't know if I've met all the Bakers yet, but this one is Julia. She's in town to work on their kitchen. In the background please note an Advanced Style candidate, an older gentlemen camped out with some drinks and a sketchpad, capturing all our youthful energy for the ages.

Let's get serious and get down to business.

Luis is always at everything and always in such a jolly mood. He gets the spirit award.



What is it that we can't keep our eyes off?

The Dance Master, that's who.

Seriously.


This is just me in my standard pose for being photographed in clubs.



Suvi & friend.
Garrett.


There was this terribly annoying camera crew there. I don't know what on earth for. To ruin the fun, I suppose. I hear they were from Brazil.



Everyone: Hands up!





Best part of the night? "Beat It" came on and Jamar started putting on such a show that the Dance Master had to descend amongst us mortals to challenge him.






It was an amazing dance battle.

Ok. Here's the thing. Do you know what kind of a club Pyramid is? It's an 80's club. They have an 80's dance party every night of the week, I think. So that means that in all these pictures we were 80's dancing, believe it or not. Isn't it nice to see an 80's club that isn't beating you over the head with fluorescent colors or requiring everyone to show up dressed as a goof? Good job, Pyramid club.

Farewell, Dance Master.

Best Respect Your Elders

Listen, I told you this was a fashion/design/etc. blog now and I wasn't joking.

Old people. They're great. From my grandfathers I've been taught a lot of important things and some of those things had to do with fashion/design/etc. Grandpa Barnes left in me a strong impression of the importance of Sunday Best and looking sharp for church, from Grandpa Taylor's closets I've inherited outlandish polyester shirts to wear in High School, Guayaberas in every possible color that I still put to use, great windbreakers, a great winter coat, and if we just had the same shoe size I'd be up to my ears in well maintained shoes and cowboy boots. And thanks to my Greatgrandpa Condie I've had sharp hats that wouldn't fit, a tuxedo that sort of fit, plenty pretied neckties (he never undid the knots), and some fine wool pants that fit in High School.

But my Grandfathers weren't the only stylish old people I've ever known or seen. You see totally cool looking old people on the street everyday. They're everywhere. EXCEPT, it seemed for a while, on the internet.

But get this: I found this a last week called Advanced Style. It's a street fashion blog, a la the Sartorialist and others, BUT ONLY OF OLD PEOPLE.

Seriously. How awesome. A blog just about old people dressing sharper than you or I.

Here's some samples I pulled from the blog but please, go check it out yourself. And also, a funny thing happened while collecting these images: I discovered a little game, a little game called find the old people that your friends might grow up into. So you'll see my guesses here and there amongst these photos. And listen, everyone, please just have a nice little sense of humor about this. I'm not saying this person IS you, I know you're not 90 yet. Take it easy. And also, just because I didn't find an old person that reminded me of you it doesn't mean I wasn't trying. And readers, feel free to play along if you can think of any matches.

Dave?

Collin?
Grace?


Michael and Stephen?



Jacinta?

If I had a really old friend, this is what he'd look like when he was even older.

I really wish I had a friend that was this one.

No, wait. THIS is Collin.
Jeff B. (Obvs.)
Brittany?
Ali?


Hillary? Carol?

Jeff R.? No, maybe Jeff M.


Jared.
And finally, ME:


Overall I give the blog an A+ for concept and a solid B for content (you'll see a lot of repetition of pictures if you read the whole thing) but, man, what a find.