Who are these kids, exactly? Rachelle Hruska's not-a-nightlife-blog blog, Guest of a Guest, kicked off "summer" and a new season of Hamptons coverage with an apocalyptically cloudy rooftop tequila drinking thing on Sunday.
As many as three or four of these mist-braving guests will be sharing a house with a half-dozen others just like them, or maybe their parents, any weekend now. Haute smut photographer Nikola Tamindzic escorted me, my margarita, and my West Coast indifference to "summering" through Hruska's scene.
Rachelle Hruska curses the dark skies with her bright, bright future.
Lonnie, left, is a stylist. Ryan B, right, is a make-up artist. For this they are permitted matchy glasses and one pocket square.
A turn-away from Friday night's 90's vs 90's panel at the nearby New Museum conveniently had an excuse to repurpose his outfit.
He's not made of cardboard, but was kept on hand for posing.
Peter Feld weighed his options and also liquor.
One thing Winklevoss is not helping with: meat. Rachelle's current manfriend was on skewers for the day.
To keep in theme, all guests were issued metallic dock shoes.
The end of a vampire weekend.
On this roof, there is no irony in anchors.
The internet, they drink just like us.
Andrew Cedotal, from Abrams Research, in twee.
The drinks were sugar-free and served in plastic: no artificial sweeteners and no hard edges to hurt our soft little mouths on.
As near as we can tell, an extension of the Winklevoss crew. At least as of the night before. Visors know no social class.
Hey it's a Journey mashup let's rock.
Rex Sorgatz cares about your internet.
A whiter shade of lime.
The look in a nutshell: aspirational summer whites cloaked in winter's broke-ass misery.