Originality on deck at west 21st in Chelsea. We are here for the finale of the TriBeCa Film Festival and the decks are spinning, emerald green emerging from the floor, pushing up though the bass in between the concrete. The crowd is subdued, wont for intensity, douche bag quotient peaking, present company notwithstanding, but ultimately alive in the dude rocking the N98 Brasil track jacket. – Ryan
We’ve passed the blog-posting controls to Ryan, with whom we’ve been drinking at the massive open bar at the TriBeCa Film Festival wrap party in Chelsea.
Ryan is going to guest-live-blog for a couple of posts. Take it away, Ryan.