The true club kids — the Ritchie Rich’s and Amanda Lapore’s of the world are a dying breed, and Denver’s DJ Dutch Confetti is among the last. Not belonging to the generation that defined an era, rather a Millennial at its mercy, Confetti is steadfast to their virtues and divisive ethos — a torchbearer per se, boldly representing the flamboyant culture in a city where it’s long died out. His real name and identity, emitted for the sake of separating his “pop-life” from his reality, exists on a completely different plane than his arresting Karl Lagerfeld-esque appearance would suggest. Performance art in the flesh, Dutch Confetti is a rare sight of self-indulgence and decadence in Denver’s DJ world, one who has his cake and can eat it too.