Only 3,924 views? Get your heads right. This is so much hotter than Miley in pasties.

Related: Carl Swason's profile of Alexander Wang for New York magazine from 2011:

You can't keep Alexander Wang away from a dance party. He'll get down almost anywhere, from the grubby Williamsburg Sugarland gay dance garage to the old Sunday-night Hiro party at the Maritime Hotel to traveling German raves that are text-invitation-only to his model pal Agyness Deyn's party house at the Coachella music festival (where Wang dispatched a model-terrifying desert insect on the wall with a deadly high-kick). He'll drive to Philly for a good dance party or fly to Barcelona or hit the "underwear" party in ramshackle Cherry Grove. On the seventh floor of Barneys on Fashion's Night Out this past fall, Mark Lee, the store's newly installed CEO, who hadn't met Wang before, says he couldn't get close enough to introduce himself. "He was dancing like a madman," Lee says, "like it was the Mudd Club in 1979. He was at the dead center of a mosh pit of fans. It was the night before his show, and he was covered in sweat."

I swear this photo of him was in the print version: