PinkPantheress for Wear Many Hats
Honey I'm going to get eggs, a gallon of milk, catch PinkPantheress at The Lot Radio, go to the bank, drop some ones at Pumps, Pray, and be in bed by 9
Only in New York City, where you can go to a Y2K outdoor rave in the middle of the day, put on by PinkPantheress at The Lot Radio and see her pull out all the stops while running errands.
I was on the way to pick up new stickers for Wear Many Hats & Matsar at the shop in my old neighborhood in Stuyvesant Heights, Brooklyn but forgot I always pay her in cold hard cash. So I had to reroute with the items I’m returning to Amazon from the Matsar pop-up to the Whole Foods on Bedford Ave in Williamsburg. This is only because I didn’t want to go to the Whole Foods in Downtown Brooklyn and backtrack but I’ll be going out of my way anyways to Williamsburg so at the end do I really know where I’m going?
I get to the Whole Foods and its chaos on Bedford Ave. It truly is a gigantic outdoor mall my friend who used to live there mentioned to me today. I’m glad I don’t live in Williamsburg or never did. It’s truly insane. After I returned my items and making my way out of the Williamsburg Whole Foods, I noticed that it’s surrounded with so many bouncers. The hottest club in town.
I thought there would be a TD Bank on Bedford Ave but there isn’t and the next one is my go-to one one Manhattan Ave in Greenpoint where I run into my ex and her sister. This isn’t a bad thing. We don’t talk anymore of course but when I run into her, I enjoy yapping what I’m up to and am always interested in what she’s up to. She doesn’t want anything to do with me and wants to end talking to me. I would be too. I’m annoying.
After flashbacks pass and know about that TD Bank, I head towards that direction. As I walk through an old route where the shuddered Homecoming Williamsburg was, now Matchaful, I catch characters looking like they think they’re on the runway. People think the road is theirs when cars are not allowed. It is. Do whatever you want. Vogue to McCarren I don’t care.
I keep walking up Berry St., pass Kieran Culkin’s house, pass the Hell that is Vital and start hearing the most insane techno bumping pop music blasting from The Lot Radio. The front is closed up and the insides are packed as Hell. I look up who’s performing inside and find out on the lineup that for The Lot Radio its Apocalypse Liao with PinkPantheress.
I walk in through the back, maneuver with a crowd of PinkPantheress fans to bop to a DJ set in the middle of Friday with a bunch of Y2K kids. Luckily I didn’t look too old, sort of looked the part with my Noel Gallagher fit of wearing my agnès b wool track jacket sporting with my Big Love Records tote bag. I was tall for once with the early 20s kids, dancing in broad daylight. When the set was over, PinkPantheress walked out with her Brit crew. She took photos with fans, then hopped in the pumpkin carriage that got me dying when fans were asking each other:
Fan 1: “Where do you think she got the carriage and beautiful horses?!”
Fan 2: “Central Park!”