My Top Ten list of the year has very little, if any connection, with what people who still pay attention to the hipster music scene and read the Billboard charts would consider the best records of the year. And to be honest, I don't give a crap.
It's those little surprises that make it all worthwhile, and I'm speaking of both parties and real life. For me, those welcome moments summed up my experience navigating New York Fashion Week's party scene this season.
Welcome to Snoopworld, where Chevys still are bouncin', would-be gangstas still kind of prowl the streets (albeit it's a new generation), explicit-isms flow like 40 oz. beer, and tempos best not harsh anyone's mellow.