Last week I dropped some science and divulged my addiction to all things hip. I ranted on about the kicks and shirts of random strangers as if I was a homeless man vocally critiquing passers by. Maybe that was an embarrassing admission I don’t know, but I can say I know where I got the vice from...
Vice Magazine is written by elitist, urbanite academics. They sit upon their Ivory tower somewhere in the heart of Someplace Cool, New York City and critic all the mere mortals that dare traverse in front of them. Besides the scathing comment section entitled “The Vice Do’s & Don’ts” the magazine itself is filled with insightful, culturally stimulating articles that run the gamut from Hot Chip to Ghostface Killah. Needless to say its my favorite rag, and despite its icy demeanor I find it harshly fair and almost reverent in its teasing.
This little magazine occasionally throws invite only, free booze, free entrance shindigs in the world’s most deserving towns. Luck of the draw, Amsterdam is a worthy hood and will be hosting a boat party aptly titled “Vice Saves Amsterdam” this Friday. Thankfully its not to late to score an “entrance code” just hit up this website:

http://eguest.eu/viceparty

fill out your information and show up! Just so you know exactly what you’re getting into I’ve attached a few Vice don’ts. What you think I was going to spell it all out for you? Take note:

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