Matt: “Yo, do you have a nice suit?”
Me: “Yeah, hand-tailored in Vietnam.”
Matt: “That’ll do. You’re going to the Robin Hood Ball tonight. It’s like the prom of Wall Street where New York’s wealthiest get together for a fancy dinner and give millions to charity. We want to know what it looks like given the current economic climate.”
Me: “Cool. I’m there.”
It was a fascinating experience, running with my camera between tables of folks that could buy and sell me. Many of whom are partially responsible for the financial collapse. Then watching those same folks sing along to Fergie performing “My Humps.” All and all they raised $73 million (half of which came from George Soros) to fight poverty in New York City. Can’t fuck with that.