After hitting up Nike's “Dia de los Muertos” release party at Guerreria and taking amazing pictures of a zombified Nahual in front of his sneaker ofrenda, we made it to the afterparty in Coyoacan at an enormous house that has something to do with the group Molotov. It's all a little hazy. It felt like a Philly Hollertronix party except everyone was Mexican and the music was really sucky. A designer from SsuR—a crazy Brooklynite representing Coney Island/SoHo/Russia was in our group—and PW’s own b-girl/art director Sara Green laced up (in full skeleton costume) and battled him on the dancefloor. To give “Marlon” credit he had some nice tap steps, but Philly killed it. (We were promised free gear if we come to his store and wash the windows wearing bikinis.) And then all our shit got stolen and we went home with no money, no cell phone, no camera, and no pictures to prove it. But somehow the limited edition Mitlantecuhtli prints Nahual gave us were recovered from a corner in an upstairs room and made it home in tip-top shape.