Photos by Jack GouldGavin Haughey, 26, Costa Mesa. Nightclub promoter of Naked and Grand Royale at Costa Mesa's Shark Club.
Shoes by Sha Sha. Pants and shirt by Dickies. Jewelry by Silver Star Casting Company. Eyewear by Black Flys.
“I think for a good club, you have to have the right DJs playing the right music, and you have to have the girls—if you have the girls, then the guys will follow. That's why we promote at strip clubs. We promote at other places, of course, but when you get the strippers to come in, they come dressed sexy, and that really gets the club going. Kind of frees things up for everybody.”
Jason Vu, 29, Costa Mesa. Nightclub promoter of the Boogie in Anaheim.
Shirt by Dare Wear Designs. Jewelry by Silver Star Casting Company. Eyewear by Ralph Lauren.
“I don't think people should feel intimidated; anybody's welcome. It's not like you have to be all clubbed-out. As long as you're wearing something with some style—your own style —you'll be fine. I mean, you can't go in there wearing something stupid, like tennis shoes with jeans and a white T-shirt or some flannels.”
Kai Wetzel, 22, Costa Mesa. Salesperson at Catwalk boutique in Huntington Beach.
Patent-leather coat designed by Catwalk's owner, Cody. Vinyl bustier and skirt by Lip Service. All items from Catwalk.
“I started going to clubs when I was 16. I'd steal my sister's ID. . . . DON'T WRITE THAT! I used to go to the Thunderbird [in Newport Beach] and Metropolis [in Irvine]. I just like the whole atmosphere of the clubs: the music, the freedom. To dress for a club, you have to understand that everything should work together, from clothes to hair—all the way to the nail polish. The whole thing has to make a statement. It doesn't really matter what that statement is; it's that you carry the whole thing off with your own style.”
Jenn Renee, 26, Sunset Beach. Hair stylist at Huntington Beach's Salon Canvass.
Boots by Vita Mori. Dress by Xing. Hair and makeup by Salon Canvass.
“I first started going to clubs when I was 23. Until then, I was very mellow —a homebody. I worked, and I went to school. That was it. Then a friend invited me to go, so I quit my cocktail-waitress job—it was a horrible job—and went one night. I immediately loved it: the craziness, the extreme clothes or lack of clothes. I showed up in these shiny, black Capri pants, stone belt, wedge sandals and a halter top, and I thought I was pimp. I was nothing. Girls were wearing thongs and pasties. But I got into it right away and learned real quick.”
