The drinks are on the Creators Project

Last week, I managed to nab a couple of guestlist places to the Creators Project Party hosted by Vice and Intel. So managing to coax a few mates to don their glad rags under the promise of free booze, a favourable line up, and cutting edge art installations, we headed out on an early saturday evening to Victoria House in Bloomsbury. What followed was a relatively raucous affair, and upon sight of the open bar, we were like four hyperactive kids who had just been locked in Hamleys for the night.



In terms of the exhibits themselves, I suppose they were overshadowed by the lull of the bar and the whole experience was rather underwhelming. In the drunken haze, Karl Sadler's indoor forest felt more like an overgrown garden pathway, and served more of a hazard to those who had taken full advantage of the free alcohol. What was notable was the event's integration with social media, and the guest's ability to coherently tweet whilst holding four cocktails at the same time was impressive.




The definite mainstay of the night were the live acts, although we decided that joining the crazy rib crushing mob that were willing to risk death to watch Mark Ronson live was not worth it. My highlight for the night was Kele Okereke, whose new material I thought sounded great live, but it was when he went into Bloc Party classics such as Flux and The Prayer, that the crowd was sent into a elated frenzy and no one was safe from the triumphant beer/cocktail showers.





Other golden moments included a good half an hour debate with Cessie about the meaning of a stranger's tattoo on her upper thigh of a polar bear. We eventually concluded that she had been in a sordid love affair with a guy from Alaska who killed a polar bear with his bare hands, skinned the bear, and wore it as a coat. Ultimately, the love was unrequited, leaving the poor girl heartbroken, and the tattoo represented closure. Whoever you are, keep your head up girl.