What a great idea! Rent an enormous mansion in the Pedregal, a region of Mexico City featuring many enormous mansions, get some DJs, some lights, lots of alcohol, invite people, and throw a party. They called it Airwaves. Yay!
It happened Saturday night, a damp, chilly night. Tickets were made to look impressively like airline boarding passes. Arturo and Lili of Elaboratorio worked the door. "Welcome aboard, have a great flight," said the 'stewardess' standing next to a cardboard 'metal detector.' A few of the Imeca selectors DJ'd: Chuck Pereda, Damian Romero, Puma, along with some Zoe and Molotov associates.
The complex was ... huge.
A healthy mix of the scenesters, models, "nice girls," fashion kids, and Televisa weirdos faithfully partied it up. The music was good, the mood was right, and there was free booze scheduled between 9 p.m. and 9 a.m. the next day. In my estimation, though, it ran dry by 3.
So we went for some Chupas. At 5 in the morning, the stand in Coyoacan was just packed with kids, and someone was playing house from somewhere, so people were dancing. Eating and dancing, dancing and eating.
