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These 90s Club Kid Looks at Ladyfag and Seva Granik's Shade Rave Are PLURfect

Freedom tastes like a fizzing marinade of sweat, adrenaline, and bum juice.

Photos by Erez Avissar

How do you measure the success of a rave? The winning formula is an imprecise science, although I guess anything from ticket sales to number of empty vials left on the ground could gesture towards some level of triumph. In the case of Shade—a roving New York rave helmed by nightlife czars Ladyfag and Seva Granik—success looked like a gang of leather gays sternly eating out each others asses smack in the middle of the dancefloor. Freedom tastes like a fizzing marinade of sweat, adrenaline, and bum juice at dawn.


You haven't lived until you see ass eating on the dancefloor at dawn #clubshade
— Trolland Barthes (@MichelleLhooq) June 22, 2015

Joggers and baby strollers were already crowding the sidewalk by the time Honey Dijon ended her thunderous techno set at 9 AM, but none of that mattered to the few dozen ravers left standing under two giant, laser-shooting penises flanking the DJ booth. (Nothing says Pride Week more than decorative laser dicks.)

Read: "Techno Punks and Chelsea Boys: Inside Shade's New Year's Eve Blowout"

As expected from Ladyfag's pansexual crowd, the looks on parade at this 90s rave-themed party were fierce enough to make Michael Alig blush. Here's a sampling of the nightwalkers at the shadiest rave in recent history:

Julia Sinelnikova and LadyfagBrian Whatever, Saba Gray, and friends

The Culture Whore (Mark Dommu and Paul Leopold, AKA Boywolf)

Read: "Trans Icon Honey Dijon Serves Up a Delicious Mix for SHADE's Pride Rave"

Clay Adakazaam and Volvox (Ariana Paoletti)@LILGOVERNMENT and @LILINTERNET


Pushpops (AKA Elisa Garcia de la Huerta) and friend

Michelle Lhooq is the Features Editor of THUMP and is shady as hell. Follow her on Twitter.

Erez Avissar is a music photographer in Brooklyn. He is also on Twitter.