It's 2 a.m. on a Sunday at Space. College kids and club crawlers, thugs and lovelies, Latinos, Keys rats, and tourists from every country with an airport are all losing themselves en masse to the thunder of DJ Radamas. "I love this!" Radamas shouts over a wicked mix of vintage Biggie. "Nobody poses at Space. They dance!"
That they do â dance until the sun is high in the sky â and have been doing so at the club for a decade. Radamas has been on hand for all the action since night one. He's the cat who makes sure Space stays street-tough, and no matter what he drops, the crowd rocks right along with him.
But this Bronx-born, Queens-raised hip-hop heavyweight doesn't just handle the action at Space; right now he's also calibrating the beatitude at AeroBar, Dream, and Ink. But it's at Space where this kingpin has the most freedom to reign.