Friday Night Street Style: Modo
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the neon strip lighting” – Wilde, 2013.
It’s a Friday. You’re fed up of getting black sambuca thrown over you by the exuberant spinning blondes “dancing” to Destiny’s Child in Heebie’s, and next thing you know you’re firmly placing one foot in front of the other as you make your way down the steps in Modo. Or at least that’s what happened on March 1.
That red lighting serves as a beacon to all connoisseurs of RnB, praying to the grail of spilt cocktails and a surprisingly good DJ. But The Tab is more interested in what the punters were wearing. Or what they weren’t.
Kai here was selling smoking drinks, his uniform consisting of a casual black shirt. It’s difficult to work out whether he’s more confused as to why his photo is being taken, or why the reporter’s friends think it’s okay to photobomb. Not very professional.
Peplum dresses are still a go to look for the clubbing scene, a desirable look.
I’ve never seen anyone with a rucksack in a club before, probably because they’re left beneath the bar. Any unattended luggage may be removed and destroyed without notice, especially if it’s LA Gear branded.
Compared to Med and the Raz, Modo is certainly more scouse (there were at least two hen nights, marked by their appearance as “sexy animals”, so coy!), resulting in plenty of bodycon and sequins, to rival the dregs of the River Island sale.
Whether you love or hate Modo, it certainly is a visual delight.