wu-tang is not for the french.

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Fun-filled weekend - filled with dancing, wine, early morning walks home in heels, people-watching and sleeping in. On Friday, what started as a relaxed night having a few drinks at the usual bar turned into an all-night dance party at the Showcase. One of the guys from Hot Chip was spinning. Now, in general french partygoers have a pretty decent knowledge of music. Or at the very least they are the type of crowd that, if they dig what you're spinning they will definitely hit the dancefloor. Unfortunately, hip hop is rarely thrown into the mix and I miss it. A lot. And on that rare occasion that a DJ does play some hip hop, the crowd usually heads to the bar for another drink. Which means that only the people who "get it" are left on the dancefloor. So on Friday when Wu-Tang came on, I was pretty much the only person who got stoked and started pumping my fist while shouting wutangclanain'tnothintofuckwith. And that just ain't right. C'mon Paris, get up on Wu-tang already.

Last night WAD Magazine and fluokids put on a little party at Le Paris Paris. We got in 2.5 solid hours of excellent people-watching. There were almost as many photographers as people, no doubt because of the latest photography exhibit on at Colette starting tonight: