Paying an appreciated amount of attention to curating an overall atmosphere, with curious décor galore, the party stood out from a standard night of clubbing. Women’s gams and bundles of gloves hung down from the ceiling, alongside no less than a dozen gleaming disco balls. Ivy crept out from the front of the DJ booth, the railings and the balconies, as if beckoned toward the dancefloor by the beats. The recessed VIP areas of the upper level were lit in red, the people standing within them appearing as sexy silhouettes from below.
An arty and unassuming go-go dancer flanked either side of the stage, and women clutching LEDs, clad in long-sleeve white bodysuits, descended down the stairs in eye-catching intervals. Still others made their way through the crowd on stilts, with balloons bulging out of their arms and chests from under sheer stockings. There was a wall of roses by the entrance, mannequin appendages aplenty, and small armored statues standing guard from the second floor.
Gerber’s Wisdom of the Glove was as enchanting aesthetically as it was aurally. The sights and sounds together created a classy and engaging environment, rife with intrigue and surprises around every corner. The music was memorable, albeit not recognizable. It could generally be described as melodic techno with minimal vocals. The venue was surprisingly suiting, the crowd’s demeanor less douchey than admittedly anticipated, and bottle service bullshit kept at a minimum.
Guy Gerber’s mind may well be described as unconventional, even bizarre, but it’s not a bad place to reside for a time. Marrying the mainstream with the underground in order to produce a party that is awesomely absurd isn’t something many could pull off, but Gerber manages it with elegance and ease. The night was a welcome reprieve from reality, a reminder that the imagination is wild and wants to run free.
Photo © Ryan Troy (www.worldredeye.com)
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