Saturday night in the Meat Packing District - not exactly the place you want to be. But there I was, in a furniture store standing next to a $1500 Frank Gerry designed cardboard chair (fire hazard, Frank?), and surrounded by a procession of hipster creatives and the actually artistic. It was the after party for the Tokion Creativity Now Conference, a two day, rip roaring ride into the mind of artists, filmmakers, admen, and the media aristocracy.
Now, I've always avoided these sort of things in the past (probably missing some good entertainment, if not useful information). Although you can find the occasional nugget of wisdom, the events are all too often excuses for wanna-be artists to procrastination under the delusion of actually working. But damn if it's not fun procrastination!
Where else can you see 25 years of absolute ads? Listen to documentary filmmakers make fun of Omarosa while ripping on Ken Burns? Learn about Todd Haynes fascination with Fassbinder? And I might not have learned much, but after watching 8 minutes straight of Geico commercials, at least I know where to save 15% or more on car insurance.
(Any laughter? Any? No, I didn't think so)