I photographed another one of my friend’s killer brooklyn parties. I like going up to shoot these things to remind myself that there are still true bohemians in the world- because you certainly can’t find them in Washington D.C.
[You know that old adage that suggests you should dance like no one is watching? This guy got the memo.]
[This was someone’s actual bedroom. He sleeps on top of thousands of little plush pandas every night.]
[And what’s a party without, what I presume to be, a witchdoctor?]