In this snippet, the dramatic heft and complexity of my contribution consists of me calling out “Hell-o, hell-o, hell-o”, with the kind of attitudinous, over-it, hands-on-hips tone that suggests you’ve queued too long to enter a nightclub. Yes, this clip is nothing less than that—and (more relevantly) it’s nothing more than that, either. It was dirty work but someone had to do it. Party was an MTV production; and these velvet ropes were outside a real club named Lava, whose location in the Meatpacking District is evoked here by its entrance door’s position on one of those wide loading-platforms to which big trucks would back up, in former days when a different kind of meat was traded there.
The end of the clip shows how not to make a smooth exit from a club. (14”)
(See video here.)