Just when it seemed Mishka NYC—a gaudy streetwear brand with a flagship alit in pink neon in between its drab neighbors under the elevated JMZ tracks in Williamsburg—couldn’t scream for attention any louder, they went and hosted party photographer Nate “Igor” Smith’s “These New York Streets,” a small exhibit of emotionally charged city scenes shot with a 35 millimeter camera.
On Friday, friends and admirers of Mr. Smith crowded into the small store to check out the prints on display. The scenes included a fire hydrant explosion, a man splayed out on the street with his nose bloodied, gothic nightlife entertainers still dressed in black glitter and angel wings getting into a cab the next morning and other intense New York City moments.
“Have you met my friend, the fern?” said a woman in a fur coat to her friend, stroking the potted plant by the entrance to the room at the Tribeca Grand where Jarvis Cocker was DJing. The line was short, but ever expanding, and everybody was getting antsy. Supermodel Fatima Siad and her date walked delicately to the front of the line amid waves of irritation.
We made it inside just as Mr. Cocker was stepping off the stage. Pictures of Kurt Cobain in his famous white-framed sunglasses covered the fall wall, and rainbow spotlights lit the room. Tennessee Thomas was next on the turntables, and her whole set was inexplicably devoted to music from the 1960’s (perhaps because of Kurt’s mod glasses?). Nearly the entire soundtrack to Dirty Dancing was played.