Even if the girls in rebellious tattoos were the only attraction at GASOLINE, the hundreds of spectators/dancers/club kids/fashionistas/fun-sters etc. would still keep on flooding the dancefloor in the early hours of the night.
Apart from their totally avant-garde sense of music, fantastic staff, and wondefully excited clientele, the themes of their events keep their party beats going at such alarmning rate it's almost notorious. Not to mention, totally unique.
This weeks theme was : BADROOM.
If you brought a pillow, you probably got in for free. The reason? A pretty intense Pillow Fight. Beds were set up against the walls with people in them, people jumping up and down, and a wide array of people doing naughty things.
Forget your childish pink bedrooms with silk sheets and lace curtains, this is Gasoline's BADROOM:
Go hard, or go home.
If you think you're too cool for Gasoline, take a jump and bite your tongue.
After a rather traumatic evening, we finally arrived at Camikaze's house. And what better way to celebrate our endeavours than to have couple of cigarettes on the balcony, meeting the dawn with the kind of satisfaction only drunk people can have?
Russian girl, Südtiroler guy and Asian-Italian girl. We are the World!
At Plastic, you simply cannot avoid seeing the fabulous La Stryxia if you enter the House of Bordello (and you definitively should if you're there). My lens was a little bit foggy, but sometimes that's just what you need...
How can one combine such a 'glittery' word with such a harsh one?
Where smoking is 'allowed' in bathrooms, drinks flow like rivers, and people stop being people.
Well, if you're into some hardcore glittery fun, then your Saturday night wish has been fulfilled.
Glitter Castigo, for all of you that need a good spanking.
It's amazing how this place, close to Loreto or whatever... the address is Via Tajani 11, manages to fill up. In our opinion, if something exists in a road that contain the letter "J" in its name, it has to be 'in culo alla Luna', which means 'f*cking far away in Italian'. But still. Still. Still it manages to fill up.
One of the DJ's are the same as in Atomic, which was basically our incentive to go there. They just know how to bring back the 90's in a way that makes us feel as if we actually experienced it. Go Aristopunk. And go, go, go to that other guy (DJ 412 this evening) as well. ;)
Fabrizio at the door, the most adorable man with a beard that walked this planet, will surely get you right in the mood to dance and have fun and all that jazz (or britpop or whatever).
I'm in Wonderland.
Or am I in Jamaica?
No, I'm back in the 90's.
Take a deep breath.
It's allright to be naked...
...and to tattoo your back.
It's even cool to pick your nose...
...and to drink...
...and stick your tongue out...
...and touch your face...
...or touch someone else!
Notice the smokers...
...not the 'no smoking' sign.
You see, it's not just about YOUR outfit, but about your friend's outfit as well. One is too little. Three is too much. Two is just fabulous!
Is that a ghost?
You know you've been to Glitter when you've seen... this thing, whatever it is.