for most of us, the holiday period forces us to go back to our families, to our hometowns, back to performing being straight. isnt it exhausting ? i think so too. rest assured, if there is one thing i hate more than catching miss Omicron, it’s when gay people do not slay. because god gives his yassiest battles to his slayest LGBTQs, it is my god-given mission to yassify y’all. they say pac choi has all the yass nutrients, and this mix is no different, so come get your yass pill. dip your foot in hyperpop and eurodance, explore the bizarre, the gitchy, and no it’s not rain on your speakers, it’s just an Arca tune. the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. ?

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i hate it when gay ppl don't slay

it’s that time of the year, can you feel the chill on your spine? embrace your fears my dear, because we are going on a trip down the macabre and the bizarre. it’s scorpio season, it’s spooky season. as queer people, we get to exist outside the realm of humanity. so why not conjure a little spell, practice some witchcraft, invoke the supernatural and mystical to overthrow the established order. follow me into the darkness, and don’t forget to apply your darkest eyeliner. the mood is wake the dead up. boo b*tch! and remember, bad girls, good girls, we all go to hell. so why be a good girl ..? the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. ?

good girls go to hell, too

as summer starts being a distant hazy memory, we try to cling to the last rays of warm sunshine in a desperate quest for endless summer. with this collaboration with Flamer, let us take you to euphoria mixed with existential dread. this is a night that promises to be long, intoxicatingly warm, sweaty and full of lust. this is the late afternoon picnic in the park, or the early evening before going out with your sisters and rule the night. will you let the good ones go? do you want the bad ones cause they’re all you know? do you want their stupid love? tonight, the category is “kitsch glitzy barbie girl hyperpop post-gender fairy” but also “pin me against the wall and f*ck me savagely”. tonight, you are required to kiss your friends, subvert the norm, (un)dress your sexiest, tell your crush how you feel, serve c*nt. the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy ?

Pac Choi X Flamer - "touch me, flamer ;-)"

can you feel the sweat dripping from the walls ? the suffocatingly warm air that grips you as you enter the dancefloor after a short trip to the bathroom ? that sense of urgency as every song playing feels like the last one ? this time around, I’ve tried exploring the manic energy that gets ahold of us on the dancefloor, when the night is almost ending, when you can see in the horizon that the sun is slowly rising. you don’t even know what day is it anymore, where you are, what planet you’re on, you just know you want to keep on dancing. just one more song. just one last passionate embrace with the stranger(s) you kissed a few hours ago. and then, out of all the chaos, as the first rays of light appear, bliss. as the last track plays and the last lines of synth vanish into the morning air, some will go home, fulfilled by a cathartic night spent dancing, but others will dive back into the night and prolong that feeling. what will you choose ? the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. ?

Pac Choi - #3 At the crack of dawn

I could not not publish a mix for Pride month, so I dived back in, like the boy in Hockney’s painting, and got to work. unlike Alice, instead of falling down the rabbit hole, we fell down the PC hole. this time around, I chose to pay homage to queer trailblazers, past, present, and future. with sounds that are bigger than life, anthemic, eclectic, bizarre, these artists help break the mould. they show us a way outside heteronormativity and help us embrace our true selves. the way some of these artists create - turning what is usually regarded as scraps of noise into a beautiful mess called art - is also a good metaphor of queer people living in a society that disregards them and casts them out. this mix is a celebration of the bizarre, the unique, and the flamboyant. love is free, baby. as we slowly learn to be together again after a harrowing year, this is an invitation to lose yourself in a crowd of sweaty bodies. it is an urgent rallying cry to dance as an act of resistance, it is a call to fight for the emancipation of all queer bodies. the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. ?

Pac Choi - #2 Fell Down The PC Hole

like most of us, this past year and a half in lockdown has made me realize how important safe queer spaces are, and how cathartic and essential to my identity dancing is. i poured all of my loneliness, my whims, my hopes of better days ahead, and created this imaginary ideal free spirited and inclusive queer dancefloor. i invite you to now make it your own, and join me there, blast this for a solo dance session, for a house party, or even a boogie in the park. this time around, ive chosen to go back to the 90s and draw from the feeling of urgency and fierceness that 90s house music provides. think of the movie “climax” but without all the nasty side effects. don’t hesitate to leave any feedback, ill appreciate. the name “pac choy” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. ?

Pac Choi - #1 Welcome to the House of Choi

A queer duo on which the sun never sets (keep on shining baby). Covering the world 24/7 (I mean, literally, we never sleep), live from the city of faguette. We talk about our disastrous carbon footprint, our latest pop obsessions and how to survive in a world full of Starbucks skinny pumpkin spice lattes, soccer and fake eyelashes.

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