Arriving in an outfit more carefully curated than an Australian barista’s Pinterest board, this girl is here to snap images of sexy people looking beautiful in order to add some color to her blog—thecuratedponytaildoodler.com—which right now is basically a stream of what she ate for breakfast. That hasn’t stopped it getting 135k followers though, so dress well enough and you might make it on there too.

After three years hanging out in the coolest bars in Brooklyn, his family has called time on that little adventure so now he’s back in Bangkok and determined to get in with the local art scene. He’s lively, outgoing and has a well-formed opinion about every emerging artist coming out of NYC. Find him two years from now working in accounts for his Dad’s petro-chemical distribution company.

 

After jumping on the Soi Nana bandwagon one year late, she now has her very own Apartamento-worthy studio in a decrepit Chinatown shop-house. No art gets made there. In fact nothing gets made there except the occasional line of coke for her and her buddies. But what better way to get in the mood for a night of air kissing and looking down at everyone else? Be sure to try and make her acquaintance—she knows where the best after-party is.  

 

This guaranteed art-opening fixture will be happy to tell you all about his latest work and how he’s involved with the gallery and everything you’re right now witnessing—claims undermined emphatically (“No. Absolutely not! Noooo”) when you bump into the gallery’s actual owners. We’re sure one day his work will be on the walls too, but for now he’ll have to scrape by on the occasional commission from editors he pesters enough.

Their teacher told them they need to absorb some culture, so they’ve left the confines of Soi Chula and turned up here en masse. Recognize them thanks to the black-and-white outfits, chunky-soled shoes, bobbed hair and the fact they all look about eleven.

For some, the free bar is an added perk of enjoying a night of culture; for everyone else, it’s why we they show up at all. These people don’t care that the wine was poured from a foil bag three hours ago. They don’t care that they had to wait 20 minutes, drank the glass in 15 seconds then waited another 20 minutes for a refill. They care that it was free, and that they have an extra B500 in their wallet for Soulbar. Result!

 

 

 

Crazy hair man lives art. You can tell because he wears really fucking ridiculous glasses as well as having crazy hair. He’s also loaded and owns half the other galleries in town, which is why you’ll find the exhibiting artist clinging to his side and laughing loudly at his jokes all night.  

Identifiable from the lookbooks of every fashion brand in Bangkok that wants a quirky Eurasian face, this guy is as guaranteed to be at a gallery opening as fake smiles and painful conversations about the art. He, too, is an artist, in case you didn’t know, and modeling is only a way to get by until his true genius is recognized.