(I can't remember the last time I said that). Given by some art/fashion guys. In an empty space on lower Broadway. Kinda like old NYC before every square inch became a real estate deal with names like Jefferson. I know - sounding nostalgic and angry is not attractive.
So back to the party. Empty space with white walls. Lots of magic markers so the guests could draw/scribble on the walls. A great ice breaker - what better way to chat up a stranger than to asked them if they really did sleep with all the hosts as they're writing it on the wall?
And being a get together of art/hipster dudes, the unspoken uniform is illustrated here...
