New York nightlife is dead. Long live New York nightlife
Just when New York City's going-out scene was starting to seem pretty darn moribund, along came 11:11. The brainchild of Ladyfag, the year-old party finds eclectic types descending on the East Village every Friday night—a typical evening is a bacchanal made up of drag queens, fashion industry VIPs, Bushwick dwellers, and more. "People come for the music and they come for the crowd," Ladyfag explains, when asked about her party's appeal. "There's that good clubhouse feeling going on, where once you're inside, it's this crazy, unexpected mix of people all hanging out, letting loose. It doesn't feel 'exclusive' once you're in. But," she adds, "I don't advertise and I don't hire photographers or anything like that, so it
does feel 'exclusive' in the sense of, you had to discover 11:11 for yourself."
Ladyfag is quick to credit her collaborators for the party's success. Upstairs—where things stay relatively "civilized," according to Lady—erstwhile fashion publicist Florent Belda plays host, while Honey Dijon spins classic house. Downstairs, Michael Magnan helms the decks, and "Russian Dennis"—an original from the House of Field—keeps the wild-child scene from getting out of hand. Or, keeps it from not getting out of hand, as the case may be. "He's exactly what you want in a party host," Ladyfag notes, "because he's an utter professional but also a total disgrace." Can we get on the list?
Photo portfolio by Rachel Chandler Guinness. Commentary on characters by Ladyfag.