airwaves + london is sunny

the moment i decide to leave london, to move back home & make some $ before moving out to LA after christmas, it decides to turn blindingly sunny and warm for 3 days straight. the universe is fucking with me. 

last nite was London Airwaves, an Icelandic music festival previewing here first. 10 venues all within a 10-minute walk of my doorstep opened its stages to live acts all night, and those with wristbands were allowed to go in and out of all these clubs & bars, picking and choosing who to see and when. It was like a mini-Coachella supplanted in London's gritty East End. There were massive queues outside each venue, yet since we got our tix earlier that day, our wristbands turned us into rockstars for the night -- none of this lining up outside bullshit, we just breezed right in. Fairly exhilarating.

Our first stop was to see my beloved Metronomy, a triumvirate of devastatingly sexy scruffy English boys who did not disappoint, plus they wore actual functional globe lights on their chest, like those on their tees in this photo:

Then we jumped over to Cargo for The Whip, a Manchester quartet. Insatiable energy and the female drummer (in top photo) was so badass we went up to her later on the patio and told her we were all in love with her. She was cool and gracious and all her friends were like HAYYYYY. I cannot stop listening to their uber-catchy Kitsune Divebomb track.  

Countless vodka tonics later, we scuttled over to rambunctious awesome Casio Kids, slugged a foster's for the walk to 93 Feet East for Digitalism live DJ set added at the last minute. Stellar, needless to say. I danced my sequins and purple blush off, frenched a frenchy, and staggered home with a stop off at the 24 Hour BAYGEL BAKE for a 3 am lox & cream cheese snack. London nights like these are going to be hard to beat.