MIA :Marc by Marc SS08 : from frillr.com

I love DJ-ing in Jamaica. I think DJ-ing was invented here (lol). The placed is drenched in beats and bass at every turn. I was at a party tonight and got in trouble for playing Peaches " I U She". If you know the sentiment to that song you would know it was a direct provocation . That said cruised through frillr.com for my daily digest of all the SS08 ads that are dropping now in all the glossies. To my delight I bumped into MIA posing for Marc by Marc . Yay Marc! He made us happy by venerating the goddess. MIA was the very first post in TI back in August, and in that upload we prayed for the sight of our London lady laying down some ruling imagery as a latter day fashion icon. Dreams do come true! So with MIA in the middle, here's TI's playlist of 10 tracks we loved during 2007, in the sequence we would play them at a party.

Calvin Harris: Acceptable In the 80's: I Created Disco
Bright, brittle plastic dance pop always gets the party started right

In Flagranti:G***** Blue Room: Wronger Than Anyone Else
Very rail thin, drop dead, deadpan nightclubbing gla-mour

Black Ghosts: Face:Afterhours Ibizia
This song's been around a bit but it makes me just want to slip into a Lanvin tux and go!

Black Devil Disco Club:Coach Me:28 After
Very sinister, super-creepy. Totally Pre-Guliani Times Square strip joint

Van Sudenfed:The Rhinohead:Tromatic Reflexxions
I can't listen to the latter half of this LP now but the Rhinohead still gets it done...and that Fledermaus video on youtube! Hilarious and iconic!

The Inspiration For The Well Titled "Green Door" club in LA

Well that was a lesson in the uselessness of preconceived notions. Last night at Green Door that is. The buzz had washed up on the shores of NY in broken bits and pieces..."Johnny Zander's Friday night...jammed w celebs"... "the front room draws upon images of Parisian coffee shops" "Heidi Klum's Halloween party".When that certain LA Overlord (one of those stealth forces who quietly controls a lot of wires behind the scene) said "C'mon on down", I did just that. After the programming I got from last season's hot spot, Hyde, I expected that behind the little green door would be the typical narrow little cave of a room with sagging thrift store furniture hiding its tawdriness in the dim night club light. Scattered around the room would be the full species of 'movie industry people"... and the hanger-ons who service them. Here is where the preconceived notions flew out the door. The Green Door is not a cave. Its a damn warehouse, redone in a mish-mosh of vintage styles that completely contradicts the scale of the place. The strangeness of that is perverse. A cosy and traditional design vocabulary installed in a massive and rambling space. Very odd. Velvet everywhere.. green velvet curtains, velvet couches, brocades, striped tenting "antiqued" paint treatments on the wall. Think The Gramercy's Rose Bar meets suburban kitsch.