Photos and Words by Carlos Detres
Yeah, I was excited to see Paris-based band, La Femme play at an obscure-looking loft space in Williamsburg. Their lead singer bailed to Paris on an emergency, leaving three of the band’s members behind to tear into 285 Kent. They looked like mechanical droids, pounding at keyboards, drums, and guitar string. Maybe the switching around they did with the instruments was unnecessary and distracting, but they were having a good time. The audience was most likely there for the Crystal Stilts. I was there for La Femme.
One of them said into the mic, with a Parisian accent “Tonight, we bring to you music for your pleasure.”
The rest of the night swarmed with life and energy so that’s why this isn’t a typical show review. It’s not even a show review. It’s a night of joy review and it’s dedicated to all of the people I met that night who never gave me shit for asking to taking their portraits. In fact, they seemed pretty glad about it.
