Rich Childhood Friend a DJ Now

Marissa Prescott, your friend whose parents rented a limousine for her fifth grade graduation party, can now be found “spinning” at clubs in L.A. and Las Vegas under the name delMar.


When asked why she chose DJing, Prescott, who had every American girl doll except Addy, says, “It just felt natural to me. I’ve always liked music.”


“It’s how I transcend,” she adds, exhaling clove smoke through her nose before grinding the butt underneath her Isabel Marant Wedge Sneaker.


“We weren’t sure what she was going to do when she got sick of modeling,” says mother Jeanine Prescott, who wasn’t even angry when her only child dropped out of USC a year into an English degree. “Her father and I are just happy she’s doing something that brings joy to so many people’s lives.”


“We’re getting a condo in Vegas so we can see her perform on weekends,” adds the woman who threw her daughter both a Sweet Sixteen and, despite being Episcopalian, a Bat Mitzvah.



Regarding DJ technique, Prescott, the first kid in school to get an iPod, says she “prefers vinyl,” but adds that it’s “really more about the connection with the audience.”


“Most people don’t get that,” she adds, swiftly transitioning from Francoise Hardy to a Kanye ‘deep cut.’ “They think it’s just about standing up here and playing music. But it’s about style and scene and presence. It’s a big responsibility.”


Prescott, probably not thinking about the time she texted you, “I crashed my mom’s car, so I might be in trouble,” tilts her head, showing the first hint of a smile. “I’ve been thinking of writing about it for Thought Catalog, actually.”