At any party, it’s all about showing up—and clearly you can’t wreck a party if they won’t let you in. For me, a jacket and tie works wonders for access.
While chatting with fellow journalists inside the heavily fortified, over-policed DNC perimeter, we caught wind of a
party, so I did an appropriate street change as Thomas dropped some logic on us about the four-in-hand knot!
The party itself was co-hosted by
, with our libertarian friends from in attendance. Foster, , et al. were providing live commentary to the televised DNC events in real time—Bill Clinton’s speech in particular was roasted to hilarious, razor-sharp perfection. Nice couch set up for the guests too.While the production staff was busy livestreaming the event and other guests mingled, Thomas and I raided the food and drink, and, watching it back, I thought, Man, could you slow down with the eating and drinking on camera for once? But after double-digit hours of working with nothing but coffee and a single Chicago-style hot dog, indulgence was inevitable. In this West Loop loft, we gossiped about the lifestyle we’d honed working for Vice, posed ourselves ridiculously in front of the sponsor backdrop, and scouted colleagues we’d want on our team. The usual party business—trading stories about international fixers and questionable hijinks.* Plus, the classic mystery of Chicago winters: figuring out who’s who under all those layers.
The clip presents an important facet of the This is Now ethos—get into the party, then play it by ear, because sometimes, you just have to let the chaos come to you.
*We didn’t change names to protect the innocent, we bleeped them to cover our own tracks.
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