It’s Me, Not You: Jane Handcock’s Fairytale Release Party

My glass slipper may be off, but my pyn is down—let’s get into it

Pynnderella x Jane Handcock- It's Not You, It's Me album release

PYNN’d News by Pynnderella Exclusive: Some nights are just… different. Last night, Jane Handcock didn’t just drop her short film and album It’s Me, Not You. She claimed a kingdom. The Bay Area songstress, now part of Death Row Records, turned Snoop Dogg’s Inglewood compound into her own storybook, where every corner sparkled with energy, every beat felt like magic, and every moment reminded you who’s really running this game.

Guests wandered through a playground of delights, nail stations that whispered glamour, airbrush booths that painted bold declarations across skin, and yes, tooth gems glinting like little sparks of rebellion. Snoop and Boss Lady moved through it all like wise rulers, part paparazzi, part party muse, capturing moments that were as lively as the beats themselves.

Pynnderella at Snoop Dogg's Compound for Jane Handcock's album release

And the food. Y’all, the food. Platters of baked macaroni that hugged you from the inside, ribs that fell apart at the touch, chicken cooked to perfection, and mashed potatoes that made your soul sigh. It wasn’t just dinner—it was sustenance for a night full of movement, laughter, and celebration.

DJ Hed set the tone with a Bay-flavored journey through sound, honoring Jane’s roots while igniting the compound. The energy was tangible; it didn’t sit still. Artists, tastemakers, and supporters weren’t just attending, they were witnesses to the birth of a moment that’s going to echo far beyond last night.

It’s Me, Not You isn’t just an album. It’s a story. A declaration. A reminder that Jane Handcock moves on her own terms, in her own lane, and unapologetically so. Her short film gave texture to her music, a cinematic pulse that let you feel her perspective, her humor, her heartbreak, her power. By the time the night ended, it wasn’t just a celebration—it was an enchantment, a living proof of her rise, her artistry, her story unfolding in real time.

Some nights linger in memory, some nights change the game. Last night was both.

The culture moves fast, but my ink is quicker. Pynnderella