Planning New Year's Eve in Rio De Janeiro (Sunday, 12/11/, 1:37pm)
Been thinking about what to do for New Year's. I get to Rio de Janeiro on the 28th. Clubbing is my least favorite option, unless very specific conditions are met. Usually, you get the riffraff who, having saved several paychecks will showily drop mad money on champagne magnums and make a sad show of themselves in front of everyone, be rude to their woman, and generally act like some contrary motherfuckers. Who wants to be around that?
IF some absolutely out-of-this-world line-up materializes at a Rio club for NYE obviously I will plan on being there, at least part of the night. Hm, say something like Ms. Kyttin, opening set, followed by Alexander Robotnik doing a live set (a-woo-ah!) check out his web page then go to mp3 box and click on 'problemes d'amour')
http://www.robotnick.it/
[...] and Carl Cox, Danny Tenaglia, and Deep dish sharing the rest of the night. Then I could use to hear some proper house at the after-hours (Marc Farina, Johnny Fiasco, etc.)
damn, I went way off... anyway, back to new years... so, the most viable option, someone has a house party, near the beach, everyone brings their own (but I also believe the host must supply a minimum of liquor and beer, always) and we toast champagne and be happy.
I often find myself on the same page with indie film types. Music types are too anarchistic for me, sometimes. They move within a different system of life. Writers, especially American ones, can be a bit impenetrable, sometimes (maybe it's an affectation, maybe something else), to the point of standoffishness. so anyway, back to NYE planning.
Last New Years, also in Rio, we dressed all in white (I bought an entire outfit just for that, down to the Osklen loafers http://www.osklen.com/ ) and you go on the beach, wait for midnight and make a wish while you drop flowers in the sea and let them float away. The beach, which goes the length of the city, is visible all the way until the end, and all the way until the end it was packed, a sea of humans, washed ashore. Needless to say, there were wicked fireworks at midnight !
Last year, before getting to the beach in Copacabana we left the house with Sacha's mom and went to her parents' friends' not too far away. After that, there we were met by one of Sacha's childhood friends from France, Frank, and the three of us left, having a good deal of wine and champagne. We went to Ipanema to some Austrian graphic designer's house Frank knew. His parents were there, as well as a coterie of guys, Latinos, French, etc. Graphic Designer dude's house was closer to the beach. We left, bought the requisite long flowers from a woman on the street and walked to the beach. Walking with hundreds others, everyone on the same page, was awesome. The beach was SUPER packed. I was carrying flowers and a heavy champagne magnum. Long story short, we spent the rest of the night on the beach, dancing (there were different sound-systems every two-hundred feet or so). I remember holding the champagne bottle under water to keep it cool, and I kept letting it go and I kept splashing water around to find it! We got pretty drunk, but sadly, it was an otherwise extremely dry NYE.
This second time around, I anticipate Brazil in a different way, of course. Because of my strong ties to the country, I feel like it's almost a going-home thing. Y agora falo portugese um pouco mais melhor.
Been thinking about what to do for New Year's. I get to Rio de Janeiro on the 28th. Clubbing is my least favorite option, unless very specific conditions are met. Usually, you get the riffraff who, having saved several paychecks will showily drop mad money on champagne magnums and make a sad show of themselves in front of everyone, be rude to their woman, and generally act like some contrary motherfuckers. Who wants to be around that?
IF some absolutely out-of-this-world line-up materializes at a Rio club for NYE obviously I will plan on being there, at least part of the night. Hm, say something like Ms. Kyttin, opening set, followed by Alexander Robotnik doing a live set (a-woo-ah!) check out his web page then go to mp3 box and click on 'problemes d'amour')
http://www.robotnick.it/
[...] and Carl Cox, Danny Tenaglia, and Deep dish sharing the rest of the night. Then I could use to hear some proper house at the after-hours (Marc Farina, Johnny Fiasco, etc.)
damn, I went way off... anyway, back to new years... so, the most viable option, someone has a house party, near the beach, everyone brings their own (but I also believe the host must supply a minimum of liquor and beer, always) and we toast champagne and be happy.
I often find myself on the same page with indie film types. Music types are too anarchistic for me, sometimes. They move within a different system of life. Writers, especially American ones, can be a bit impenetrable, sometimes (maybe it's an affectation, maybe something else), to the point of standoffishness. so anyway, back to NYE planning.
Last New Years, also in Rio, we dressed all in white (I bought an entire outfit just for that, down to the Osklen loafers http://www.osklen.com/ ) and you go on the beach, wait for midnight and make a wish while you drop flowers in the sea and let them float away. The beach, which goes the length of the city, is visible all the way until the end, and all the way until the end it was packed, a sea of humans, washed ashore. Needless to say, there were wicked fireworks at midnight !
Last year, before getting to the beach in Copacabana we left the house with Sacha's mom and went to her parents' friends' not too far away. After that, there we were met by one of Sacha's childhood friends from France, Frank, and the three of us left, having a good deal of wine and champagne. We went to Ipanema to some Austrian graphic designer's house Frank knew. His parents were there, as well as a coterie of guys, Latinos, French, etc. Graphic Designer dude's house was closer to the beach. We left, bought the requisite long flowers from a woman on the street and walked to the beach. Walking with hundreds others, everyone on the same page, was awesome. The beach was SUPER packed. I was carrying flowers and a heavy champagne magnum. Long story short, we spent the rest of the night on the beach, dancing (there were different sound-systems every two-hundred feet or so). I remember holding the champagne bottle under water to keep it cool, and I kept letting it go and I kept splashing water around to find it! We got pretty drunk, but sadly, it was an otherwise extremely dry NYE.
This second time around, I anticipate Brazil in a different way, of course. Because of my strong ties to the country, I feel like it's almost a going-home thing. Y agora falo portugese um pouco mais melhor.