Team Party Crash: 'Vice' Holiday Soiree
An Amber Alert waiting to happen.
Last night, the mock-ironic, mock-racist, mock-magazine Vice threw down for the holidays at Fat Baby. (And where else would they have it? It's not like there are any other venues in the entire goddamn city at which one might hold a gathering.) Gawker photographer Nikola Tamindzic, having recently taken up residence at the 'Baby himself, was naturally in attendance to document the binge drinking. After the jump, photographic fun with minority hipsters!
[Nikola's full gallery from the event available here.]
Vice co-founders Shane Smith and Suroosh Alvi love to double team their financial dudes. Guess who's the accountant in this sandwich.
She has no idea who this dude is.
Meanwhile, around the corner at Libation...
The self-satisfied smug of doing Vice PR.
This is what things looked like if you were sober.
Now is the time on Sprockets when we dance!
Do or Don't?
Yeah, we're gonna go with "don't." Please.
Village Voice nightcrawler Tricia Romano loves it when Pat from Vice Records bites the shit out of her neck.
"I wonder if there's cleavage underneath that flannel..."
Barry uses 6 products on his hair, plus a tourmaline straightener.
Practice makes perfect disaffected death stare.
"No, brah, YOU'RE the best. I love you, man!"
Greg flashes his Xbox Hand as a defense mechanism.
OMG, it's the dude from Scrubs!
Later, Requisite Asian Hipster was sued by the WWF for stealing their gang sign.
Ain't no party like a Hasidic party...
"Just act like you enjoy it, Marcie, and maybe that dude will buy our drinks."
After the event, the ubiquitous James Iha was waiting for you in your kitchen.