Favela Chic is perhaps the wildest night in Miami. Yes it's on a Tuesday but when you stroll up to Mokai at 2am and there's a crowd of drunk socialites clamoring to get into the hotspot you realize this thing is a monster (Thanks Maria love for the speedy entry). Generally I don't like to party alone. I prefer to be in a pack, like wolves, surrounding my prey before snapping the picture or dropping that one liner that gets me a black eye. But tonight I was left to fend for myself, completely alone, sober and nescient of the oncoming train that was about to dismantle my body. There's nothing like going out and not knowing a single person in the venue (well, I knew about 8 or 10 peeps but that's besides the point).
Immediately people were screaming out my name for me to take pictures, throwing themselves upon my camera lens as if I were Jesus passing out bread to a starving leaper colony. The people inside Mokai were going balls wild dancing, drinking, singing and being as debauch as a society can be. To top it off DJ Ross One was KILLING it with an amazing fucking set (more to come in a future post on Ross One). All in all arriving by myself and being mobbed by camera hungry beautiful people left me utterly wasted and trembling with fear about my next week at Favela Chic. Go party there, I command you to!
