The Dare comes to HBS, Cantab is Boston's Baby's, and a relentless return to our youth
here's what happened this week at HBS and what's happening next
This is the HBS/Boston addition of Nikole’s Substack that no one asked for. For those who are new here, my substack usually covers two areas: NYC nightlife and a mirror selfie round-up. A selfish pursuit of pleasure that serves no other purpose than to rehash what I did in the prior week and occasionally shed light on what you can do post 5pm this week.
Wrap: In an attempt to preserve our youth, HBS students listened to The Dare’s “Girls” at the first house party of the semester, partied with Northeastern undergrads at Scorpion, blacked out at Cantab, discovered techno for the very first time ever in the basement of a flower shop, butchered merengue at La Fabrica, and threw an elevated red-cup house party where people gossiped and attempted to flirt. Are you the partner and/or best-friend this tuition promised me?
Last week
On Cantab —
When talking about a certain private equity boy, an international student tried to describe him and could find no other adjectives but [long pause] white [long pause] very white. Everything else I didn’t remember.
On Infra where Dasha and Niki djed in the basement of a flower shop on Mass Ave —
It was a good mix of people. There were older folks and a bunch of bald dudes in leather mini-skirts, plenty of techno nerds, and some guys that were more fratty than I expected. There weren’t a lot of people that seemed out of place…well except for our group.
On Caveau —
For those who were still looking to scratch the Yacht Week itch...euro aesthetics bumping Boston house.
On Scorpion —
I booked a Botox appointment for Monday after standing near a group of Northeastern undergrads.
On La Fabrica —
Persuading Section A to come to La Fabrica was the single greatest achievement of my life as it meant we wouldn’t have to go back to the local watering hole for the third night in a row.
On The Red Sox, from a European at his first baseball game —
This was the first time I wasn’t impressed with the athletes when viewing a live sport.
On the house party that played Brat and The Dare —
It was a slightly classier frat party. As long as the floor is not covered in beer, I’m game.
A bunch of over-achieving 20-somethings threw themselves the high-school party they’d always dreamt of.
This week
Note my knowledge of the Boston scene is still quite limited. Please send all recs and events my way.
For those who appreciate jazz, Mondays are jazz night at Cantab. I have no insight into whether the jazz is good or not.
I do however know that the live band will be great at Plough + Stars on Tuesday. Don’t know who’s playing but I am certain they will be good.
Thursday’s is country night at Cantab.
The Sinclair has the following artists this week: Silverada, Cloud Cult, and Coral Moons.
Haasan Barclay and Tysk Tysk Task are playing Barewolf Brewing on August 31.
I dare you to go beyond Felipe’s and Grafton’s. I, however, will stay firmly put.
For those in New York please attend:
There’s a very special show featuring a very special project at The Shop August 30th with Voyeur, One, and DJ Moonbby.
My favorite band Savoia is headlining Bowery Electric August 31 supported by Hyderdaze and The Sheer Currents.
Malice K is playing with Ruby Trademark at 148 Frost St on September 4.
Remember, there will always be another party.
Mirror Selfies
In the first case of the fall semester, we read about the cult of Supreme. A quote from the case I liked:
Like much of cult phenomena, it was a kind of secret handshake, a signifier of belonging to a certain group. If you wore Supreme, just like if you wore say a black leather jacket or a pair of combat boots, you signaled a collection of cultural values that attracted like-minded people, a good way to make friends. What were those values? A big part of it, I think was opting out of bourgeois society, out of both its taste and value systems, visually through clothes that looked markedly different, and that also signaled that you don’t buy into conformity, blandness, the gray existence of society’s majority.
I’ve been wearing my combat boots every day.
Love,
Nikole