Dance Face (Don’t Let it Happen to you)
Regarding the Contortions of the Face that Occasionally Happen Whilst Dancing
In booths and against the walls, chic-looking fashionistas and Hollywood types leaned and looked around the Bar Marmont. Like a lion/ess gazing across the Serengeti, each leaner surveyed the room, searching for any sign of stylistic weakness in other Gucci-shoed peeps in the pack. After all, this was, allegedly, a “cool event:” the private listening party for Diplo (aka MIA’s ex-boyfriend) and Switch’s (an English DJ) project Major Lazer (an aural ode to Jamaica). But when the music started and the leaning stopped, the dance floor filled with (sorta) writhing bodies each afflicted with the same syndrome: Dance Face…
Article Soundtrack: Yelle – Dans Ta Vrai Vie
Here at the Marmont, cool is the rule. But on the dance floor anything goes. Especially in the face-u-lar area. So in honor of the loss of facial rigidity, I give you the first in a series I like to call: Dance Face 2009.
For more photos of the Diplo + Switch party at Bar Marmont, peep them here.
All Photos by Drew Tewksbury
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As one who has (in the distant past) suffered from "White Man’s Overbite," I can confidently say about these dance faces: Eh…not so bad.
Burns, I thought of that phrase too! Is that from Billy Crystal’s character in "When Harry Met Sally"?
@Matt: I think Billy Crystal may have been the first person I heard use that line, but as Drew indirectly noted above, it’s funny because it’s true.