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Blasblog: MJ Dance Party, An Off-The-Wall Good Time

July 10, 2009 11:58 am

When I heard that Amanda Brooks and Phillip Lim were going to host a Michael Jackson dance party in Soho on Thursday night, I was just a bit worried. If I learned one thing from his passing, it was that people take MJ very seriously. Particularly with rumors of no less than Emmanuelle Alt attempting to style him, and the King of Pop sporting Balmain and Givenchy toward the end, the fashion community clearly didn’t think he was a laughing matter. Well, it’s my duty and my pleasure to report that the party was a crowded, writhing, grinding, and sweaty success. In the middle of the packed gallery space was Lim in a ripped white T-shirt and Brooks in the total early-nineties look—tight black pants, white socks, loafers, black hat—surrounded by the likes of Richard Chai, Patrik Ervell, Carlos Mota, Genevieve Jones, and Bee Shaffer. The hits didn’t stop coming: “Thriller” after ‘Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough” and so forth, with the legendary videos projected on the wall. Perhaps it was jet lag or emotional exhaustion from the Harry Potter premiere (this is the one where the old guy dies), but well after midnight—covered in sweat that was not my own—I listened to the wise words of Mr. Jackson when “Beat It” hit the radio and made my exit while the party raged on. But the event’s success makes me wonder whether the theme party—more of a Brit phenomenon—might have legs in New York. Will we be seeing toga parties, or eighties bashes, or even a Tarts and Vicars do? Or maybe the Michael Jackson tribute will become a standard on the circuit? If last night was any indication, it has all the makings of the perfect costume fête: good music, killer costumes, and an excuse to dance.