Abercrombibis Gone Wild!

Last night, after we left the Poi Dog Pondering concert at Bowery Ballroom (and that will be a separate review), Joey, C and I stopped by The Eagle to attend Habibi, a wandering monthly Middle Eastern dance party attended by a crowd of crazy-handsome guys of that lineage and their friends and admirers. (The word is arabic for "beloved".) The music incited full throttle bacchanalia. The mixed-up cross-cultural styles of dance and clothing produced a euphoric hybrid where you'd see a young A&F clad twink holding his t shirt up like a veil while undulating like his mother against a shirtless bear. This is the sort of thing that might get you hanged in that part of the world. (Click to feel it, and, yes, the boy in a boldly striped underwear danced the night away with his jeans down at his ankles.)