In to each festival a little rain must fall. Drat!
That’s okay, a loose posse of people pulled off some work before the deluge. And now the rain is over and the air is clean and crisp and the darkness falls and the dancefloor is being created before our eyes and hung with lights so the dance party can start in earnest!
A lot of Bushwick artists only awakened 3 hours ago and are on their second cup of coffee anyway, so by 9 p.m. there should be a steady throng of beer-guzzling peeps streaming in for the fresh smell of aerosol and Quicksilver. Organizers estimated 800 people have come through the doors and bobbed in and out of the multiple galleries, store spaces and checked out the bands, DJs and painters, stencilers, wheatpasters. Not bad for the first time MBP!
A BRIEF insight from camera phone, phone camera thing that I can barely figure out …
These hastily snapped pics are just a quick look. Stay tooned in the next couple of days for an insightful photo essay that will just send chills down your spine.