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this is for the girls who feel so free on the dancefloor. the dancefloor is, in fact, not superficial. so close your eyes & shake your ass in the middle of the crowd, or sway your hips against that hottie & make out passionately. you know what? wear something nice. and push. and once you’re done, and sweated all the emotions away, just hold on to the memories. on & on.

do you hear that? it’s the sound of a rebirth, it’s an ode to city life and horniness. my babe can’t believe i’ve turned into someone new. yearning for a sense of urgency and immediacy. baring my soul as an armour against the world. pouring all of my whims, my fears, my desires, my flesh into this sound. in the hope that through this sweat, i’ll emerge cleansed. clear as water.

do you feel alone? you’re not alone. descend into the crowd & sweat out your sorrows. don’t need to know their name or their story, just that they’re a perfect stranger for tonight. this is for the girls who are not afraid of taking the activator because they know the balance will be respected. remember u are 1. let’s go ✧

dry ur tears, wear your most dishevelled tank top, and get in, it's a brat summer. 365 party girl 365, am i your favorite reference? this is for the girls who go out in last night's makeup, an ethel cain remix blasting on their air pods. for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, cause u think that being a girl is degrading, but secretly you'd love to know what its like wouldn't u ? what it feels like 4 a girl.

can u feel this ? >. the promises of yet another summer. the ache of august pressing. it’s ok %ᵕ‿‿ᵕ% this feeling never ends. if u close your eyes. ur back on that night. that outfit, so c*nt. i’m in2u, ur in2 me. the heat of the moment, the pulsating lights, the vibrating darkness, the blurred crowd. i dig my fingers. did we kiss or did we not? am i clinging to a memory or to an idea of it? does it even matter to a girl like me ✮ thru those beats i chase after that rush. i got them ~ under my skin. must b love if it happened twice. (≧ω≦) no? i think so. the rest is up to you ~

here we are again. i close my eyes and i can feel my heart beating like an 808 drum. is it ur embrace? or am i just dancing by myself? tonight i can be on my own, it’s a jump into the dark, but i close my eyes and i let it go. there’s this desire i want to turn into, you know? pls just tell me it will be okay. (*/ω＼) do you think it’s nice that we share the same sky? i do. we’re both underneath the same sky, so we’re kind of together. ( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥) breathe in, breathe out. welcome to my island. ☂︎✯ the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. 🥬

some say flop is temporary, but is slay 4ever? there’s only way to find out. no clothes allowed, only your anime plush toy & tamagotchi around your neck. this is for the girlies who don’t wanna speak with words, only kawaii emojis and cat sounds. u’ve been strong 4 so long, so now just be cute n filthy. being perceived is outdated, u just wanna be UwU. falling 4 u hardcore. just wanna go (*>﹏*) real hard, lip gloss on. wanna hold u close like a locket (╯-╰) maximising the UwU potential. this is aggressively cute, the cute cute cute edition. ฅ(• ɪ •)ฅ the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. 🥬

it’s a warm moonlit night, it’s the end of summer. as melancholy comes awash, plunge into the bitter sweet memories, embrace the fear that u will never feel like this again. this is late night dancing under the moonlight, then pausing for a moment of introspection. the ebb and flow of the sea. a tight embrace and a tearful goodbye. every instant of bliss, every instant of pain has led u here. u belong 2 me, i belong 2 u. do u think ur better off alone? nightcore 2 the max. this is aggressively cute, the vulnerable and soft edition. ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) late at night, i think of u. and i hope ur okay, for u are safe & loved, to the stars and back. ✧✦✰☽☄︎ the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. 🥬

it’s summer, it’s hot, it’s sticky, it’s sweaty. you’d rather be dry? what’s dripping? sweat or ur p*ssy? i can feel your hands on me everywhere, they stare but we dont care. is it a pre-taste of hell ? maybe. but then, might as well turn up. no words uttered, just purr. this is aggressively cute, the summer edit. only bimbo high femme énergie. (；^ω^） this is ur invitation 2 eternal damnation, so get in line, pass the wine b*tch. (*￣▽￣)旦 且(´∀｀*) the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. 🥬

last time around, I invited you to dip your toe, this time around it’s a full body immersion, a complete package of hyperpop, eurodance and all that’s inbetween. if you’re looking for a way to sonically repel tops, look no further. the mood board is “aggressively cute”, so put on your complicated tank top (make it harder for tops to remove them) and come have your complete, unconstrained power thru music. vroom vroom b*tch, it’s gworl domination. we’ve definitely won dancing. and if we can make it through, what comes next will be marvellous. the name “pac choi” is a play on words between my name, Pacôme, and a staple vegetable of South-East Asian cuisine, Pak Choy. 🥬

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. 🥬

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. 🥬

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 🥬

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. 🥬

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. 🥬