House of Yes Featured in Cosmo (Uh-Oh)

BUSHWICK, BROOKLYN — On the eve of its second anniversary inside the warehouse at Jefferson and Wyckoff, House of Yes, the neighborhood's own little slice of golden-era Burning Man — a sexy, sparkly, strippery disco-circus-funhouse of a nightclub, kept relatively free of creepers and boring people by a code of intimacy and respect among regulars — may be on the verge of reaching Black Rock City popularity levels.

Anecdotally, we've already seen a concerning uptick in the House bro count over recent months.

But this, if anything, could push it over the edge: Cosmo has featured the House's owners and founders, the inimitable Anya Sapozhnikova and Kae Burke, in the magazine's "Get That Life" career section.

House of Yes, Cosmo proclaims, is officially "New York City’s weirdest nightclub."

Within a day of its posting, the article had been shared around 1,500 times on Facebook.

Of course, it's never a bad thing to see an awesome local business get some love from an also-awesome national magazine. High fives all around.

What's not so great is the exponential effect we fear this may have on the House's sardine factor — which has already gotten kind of ridiculous on big nights — and the number of, erm, deplorables passing through.

(Kind of like when the New Yorker shined a spotlight onto Tropical 128, Downtown Manhattan's seediest and most treasured dive — only to see it wilt into an East Village overflow bin with a castrated liquor license.)

"The name, House of Yes, just kind of happened," Burke tells Cosmo of the club's beginnings, back when it was located in Queens. "To us, it just means a home where anything is possible. It was not only a place where artists could live, but where they could participate in circus nights, parties, sewing, and costume design."

Much of that weird-family vibe has lived on these past two years within the House's new space in Bushwick — and it's been amazing. So! Fingers crossed, this heretofore intolerable winter season, that Cosmo's anniversary gift doesn't turn to a curse at one of Brooklyn's last sanctuaries.

Lead photo via Aaron Muszalski/Flickr