The Unknown Hipster

Housse de Racket at Silencio

Posted in Music by unknownhipster on September 30, 2011

Housse de Racket on stage

This was last Monday night, at Silencio, David Lynch’s new club.

The metal stairs that lead you down at least 3 stories underground seem never to end.  And as a matter of fact, as you go down there’s a profound, gravely silence.

The club is a succession of small mirrored rooms, with the overall feeling of being lost in the secret chambers of a pyramid. I even found myself walking like an Egyptian.

One of the redesigned caves is a low lit lounge called the Art Library. David Lynch selected a small number of monolith books to decorate the 2 glossy shelves that run along the curved walls. Waiting for Housse de Racket to play, and surrounded by young couples kissing, I picked up one of the coffin-entombed coffee table books, only to realize it was too dark to see.

I thought I would be more into Housse de Racket’s name (it’s better than Housse de Couette, but not as poetic as Uneven Dusk, my former band’s name) than their music, but they were damn good live, they  really shaked the Silencio. And now, I can’t get their hit number « Château » out of my head, while I would normally have preferred the more psychedelic « Empire ».

 Pierre jumped of the stage in his boat shoes.

Maison Kitsuné

Posted in Drawing & Music & Clothes by unknownhipster on September 24, 2011

I was walking down rue de Richelieu in Paris recently when I stopped by Kitsuné, the music label and clothing company created by Gildas and Masaya. By coincidence they were showing some drawings from their collaboration with Jean-Philippe Delhomme.

Gildas Loaec and Masaya Kuroki

Gildas just returned from deejaying in some distant location of the world. It’s always difficult to figure out what time it is for him. He ends his email conversations with phrases like « I’ve to work now » and it’s 2 am In Kyoto or Bangkok. I’m always trying to learn the secrets of his trade when we have lunch, in case one day somebody asks me to play my box of psychedelic records in front of a roaring crowd.

Masaya gave me a plaid shirt from their autumn collection, which would nicely replaced mine from the Brooklyn Flea, and a new Guards 7 inch. He guessed Guards was more down my alley than Housse de Racket (although I love their name). And he is right, play “don’t wake the dead“, and the world is yours. At least, temporary.

Two examples of the works shown:

« Neville thought the three men will be great on his Fashion blog. »

« Man, have you ever thought of doing jazz album covers ? »

“Stop me if this poem is too long.”

Until October 5th, 52 rue de Richelieu, 75001 Paris