What can I say. All this time when I thought I had such a firm grasp on all activities associated with the hipster lifestyle, DJ Tepr had to remix Yelle's A Cause de Garçon and some well groomed pseudo-mulleted triad had to frolick around in candy-colored high-tops all dancey and whatnot. I can't even being to wrap my brain around this choreography.
*wouf*
BONUS: Fatal Bazook et Yelle en
Parle à ma main is like 'Shoes' meets Yelle meets non-translated French
BONUS x 2: My friend Steven just told me that he actually met these dancers around St. Lazare last time he visited. According to him they dance for the Tecktonic crew, one announcing "Ouai, je suis un danceur propre". Later that night he went to a club with them and battled with them onstage. Neat stuffs!