“I’m just trying to make a posse of me’s, honestly,” he says, mysteriously. “Imagine the power. It’s just a bunch of dark-haired, skinny white kids walking around.” He “absolutely” expected the scene to be as nuts as it was, because “that’s how everything in Washington Square Park goes.” After all, he only heard about the contest because “everybody and their fucking mom sent it to me.”
Nearby is Finn, 16, who literally heard about the contest from a friend’s mom, who’d told him about it the night before and said he ought to go. “And then I did,” he tells me, “because what else am I going to do with my Sunday afternoon?” Moments earlier, he’d just been handed a recruiting card from a modeling agency.
