The New York Times
February 7, 2013

“There are so many of these girls in fashion nowadays who call themselves a D.J.,” said the house-music D.J. Honey Dijon with a sigh. She was at S’Nice, a vegetarian cafe in the West Village, dressed casually in a sleeveless black Alexander Wang shirt and a slouchy beanie from Supreme. And yet surely she is in part responsible. Over the last five years, nearly every reveler visiting the nexus of art, fashion and night life has boogied down to the sounds of Miss Honey, as she is sometimes known (her legal name is Honey Redmond), whether it be in a basement with smoke machines or at a formal party for the Council of Fashion Designers of America. She has shared top billing on party invitations issued by V magazine, Narciso Rodriguez, Hermès, Balenciaga and Givenchy. She has had mobbed residencies at after-dark fly traps like Hiro Ballroom; the Cielo nightclub in the meatpacking district; and Clubber Down Disco, a former nightclub in the Chelsea Hotel that was selected by the owners of the store Opening Ceremony as one of their favorite parties of the last decade. She currently has a monthly gig, “Muzik Box,” at Le Bain at the Standard hotel.