First and foremost:
Thank you all for coming!
All 700+ of you!
We know it was kind of off the beaten path, and we know there were some power issues early on, and we know it was hot and sweaty, and we also know it was AMAZING.
Seriously.
The bands collectively killed it.
(that beat circle Food for Animals made during the (billionth) power outage goes right up there in my favorite moments at a show list right NOW)
Chris and Cale killed it.
The photographers killed it.
The artists killed it.
Outputmessage and Geologist killed it.
Jesse Bishop and his bandanna killed it.
The security guards with matching scarves and gum killed it.
That bar with the christmas lights around it QUITE LITERALLY almost killed me and Libby (those sparks are for real).
Finally, a special thank you to Artomatic and Pinkline and Scion and Red Bull and our (quite literally) army of volunteers/contributors/bartenders/interns/etc. who pitched in and made this happen while putting up with our sleep-deprived blistery-footed sweat-drenched crotchety-old-thing demands.
There was so much love in that room I cannot even deal.
Sweat too.
We also have something like 8000 photos from this so everyone put their hands together for the (already tortured) BYT photo staff who shot the evening in all its “descending into insanity” depravity:
+ For Rachel’s Full Set Click here
+ For Bao’s Full Set Click here
+ For Alyssa’s Full Set Click here
+ For Dakota’s Full Set Click here
+ For Fitsum’s Full Set Click here
Take a deep breath now and dive in:
Rachel Eisley:
(where things are still classy and nothing is dripping with sweat quite yet)
Bao:
(Bao cruised down from New York to be with us for this and: flattering lights, the prettiest bartenders in the tri-state area and beyond, hand holding, cheek kissing and getting creepy in the tee-pee)
Alyssa Lesser
(best concert photos in show: a blur of Hippos, Apes, Food for Animals and The Dance Party which is as kinetic as it is sweat drenched. All of course, with a point and shoot. When you’ve got skills like this, why carry a big bag of equipment? It just doesn’t go with your little lime green dress. )
Dakota:
Who showed up a little late due to prior assignements but JUST in time for glowsticks ON EVERYONE, “rumor has it Chris Burns is DJing naked” and then some….
and finally FITSUM who was there from second one (while my dress was still yellow and not drenched in soda and people were still able to breathe) till second last when we were passing out on those love cushions while wearing wristbands as headbands and imagining the tee pee going up in flames.
Plus, some photos of Jeff drumming that could seriously win awards :
Alyssa killed it.
Amanda: We are trading cameras.
Or else.
I meant “Alyssa”.
See? Got me fucked up.
Don’t forget the work of super interns Libby and Rachel.
I will gladly trade cameras with you Fitsum!
I feel that all the photos in this post are more of a collective serial killing spree, if you will…
Let me know when you re-relaunch the site without the multiplicity of scroll bars. It’s maddening just trying to read a single post. Frames were always a bad idea, and your new redesign shows why.
yeah, i was a bit confuesd by that first comment.
and i would just like to add that me and Will, killed it, at the door, wristband-ing everyone.
and it was, hot, and sweaty, but i didn’t hear anyone complain.
also, did anyone buy raisa’s print of kristen from GOP, because if not, i would like to buy it.
alyssa always kills it.
i’d have to say Fitsum killed it… but, moreover, Svetlana, Jason, Chris, Joel, and the rest of the BYT crew big thanks for creating what was one of the greatest nights DC has ever scene.
after an initial hiccup on friday when i thought maybe it had all gone up in smoke, y’all pulled through, and proved that BYT is what it is because of all the incredible people that make this community invigorating.
enough cannot be said. hearts, puppies and fucking ice cream for all of you (except for those of you who are lactose intolerant, you all can have tofutti).
super interns that risked life and limb for this (quite literally).
now that I am (almost) recovered from both planning and being at this party I just wanted to say:
group hug everyone.
And don’t forget Gwen who just up and ran the bars all night, including hauling cases of beer everywhere (and kept track of all of my receipts and stapled everything neatly and made notes of everything I later forgot.) And Erik, who jumped in and hauled beer all night after designing his ass of for like a year and a half. Dude should have been installed in the Teepee all night.
this party rocked DC something awful – http://wtop.com/?nid=600&sid=1399162
we’re on it, barf
Светлана, было здорово, спасибо!
3rd degree burns is tight
Валера, I totally agree!
Quick love for Videohippos who I thought were damn good. Like standing behind Animal from The Muppets watching that guy play drums facing the stage/screen. Afterwards the guy from Food for Animals was in the bathroom with me and didn’t wash his hands right before going on (and grabbing hands in the crowd etc…) Not saying which feller.
File that last sentence under “Things I wish I could unknow”.
Missed it. Bummer. But, this is the side of DC that no one sees out there. People are so used to the black suits and khaki pants (ick). BYT brought some style (fashion and otherwise) to the District!
yeah, silly t-shirts and shitty pleather pumps from urban outfitters are so stylish! i even spotted some wedges! cork wedges, nonetheless. nice.
Forgot to mention, I finally got around to uploading a few party snaps:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/furcafe/sets/72157605324934041/