âIâm just trying to make a posse of meâs, honestly,â he says, mysteriously. âImagine the power. Itâs just a bunch of dark-haired, skinny white kids walking around.â He âabsolutelyâ expected the scene to be as nuts as it was, because âthatâs how everything in Washington Square Park goes.â After all, he only heard about the contest because âeverybody and their fucking mom sent it to me.â
Nearby is Finn, 16, who literally heard about the contest from a friendâs mom, whoâd told him about it the night before and said he ought to go. âAnd then I did,â he tells me, âbecause what else am I going to do with my Sunday afternoon?â Moments earlier, heâd just been handed a recruiting card from a modeling agency.