MisShapes, Mistakes, Misfits...and Madonna

Anja Brinich

Fashion Wire Daily - New York - A crowd of rain-bedraggled hipsters snaked around the block last Saturday night outside of Luke and Leroy's in NYC's West Village, some ready to lie, cheat, or steal a fake ID to gain entrance to MisShapes, the notoriously exclusive and famously star-studded dance party hosted by Leigh Lezark, Geordon Nicol and Greg.k every weekend.

This night was not like any other the club has witnessed; only regulars and gliteratti such as Lenny Kravitz, Guy Oseary, Carlos Leon, Melissa Burns, Tommy Saleh, Sophia Lamar, Larry Tee, Benjamin Cho, Del Marquee of Scissor Sisters, My Chemical Romance, Richie Rich and Traver Raines of Heatherette were allowed in.

Six security guards were on staff, and the club's doorman, Thomas Onorato, had hired "Spiky" Phil Meynell, formerly the doorman at Trash in London, to lend him a hand with the clipboards for the night.

The reason? The guest DJ of the evening was still bigger than Jarvis Cocker of Pulp, than Hedi Slimane of Dior or Brandon Flowers of the Killers (all past guest DJs). On this night, none other than Madonna, or "M," as her confidantes call her, would be behind the decks.

The club was packed to capacity by 11:30 p.m., with Jacques Lu Cont (Madonna's DJ partner for the evening, along with Junior Sanchez) doing his best to assuage her rabid fans. When the Queen of Pop herself arrived, her own security team partnered with those from the club to form a phalanx that parted the crowd to escort her upstairs to the booth.

A hush wafted over the room, only to erupt in a deafening hysteria of cheers, screams, and flailing limbs. Those on the first floor of the club rushed the stairs and the crowd upstairs grew so thick by the DJ booth that Madonna pulled out a microphone (seemingly from thin air) and gave a little speech.

"Hi guys, I'm really glad to be here and we're gonna play you some great music, but can you move back a bit first?" she said. "A girl's gotta breathe!"

The crowd of kids (most too young to even remember when Madge was the Material Girl) complied, and Madonna, looking stunning in a periwinkle blue Lurex dress and a David Yurman pendant dangling from her neck, popped on her headphones and took over the decks.

There was not a disappointed face in sight, even amongst those unable to catch more than a glimpse of the star's Farrah Fawcett-flipped golden locks through the teeming, bouncing crowd.

In this sea of jaded young things, perhaps only Madonna could have gotten away with playing her own music in a DJ set, a move of which anyone in a New York band would never even dream. But this lady knew her fans were there for her, and thus why not for her music? Her new hit single "Hung Up" was amongst the crowd's favorites.

A splendid time was had by all, but perhaps most importantly, by Lady M herself; as she left the club an hour later on her way to the Roxy (where she made a brief appearance) she exhaled an enthused sigh, and exclaimed, "Wow. THAT was AMAZING."

That's So New York