I went with my roommate to a dance film showing/competition that her friend had a film in. It was in one of those really trendy little second-floor multi-media studio galleries in Soho, and all the films were projected onto the white exposed brick wall. I was straight-up not cool enough to be there.
Her friend's video was shot on a beach covered with broken glass. The star of the film danced among the broken glass, and the soundtrack was an original piece in toy piano and xylophone made to sound like the glass moving. They won the competition, and I learned stuff about dance/film art.
On the way out, there was a dude walking his three dogs of various sizes. All three dogs were wearing purple sweaters.
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