Vigar: Aoki
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All you have to do is say the name Steve Aoki once and the models, the hipsters, the students, tourists, gangsters, and ravers all flock from behind their rocks or holes (seriously, where did half those people come from?) and become BFF’s for an entire evening spent sardined together jumping up and down (jumping, not dancing, there is no dance floor at an Aoki show, only a mosh pit) while Steve Aoki first douses them with champagne and then sails over a sweaty mess of slippery hands in a pontoon big enough to fit a small family.
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Keep up the good work, Vig.