My last night in New York ended with some decadent debauchery at the Seven NY / Oyster Magazine party. I think I ended up getting only 1.5 hours of sleep prior to boarding my plane. My case seemed convenient compared to Rachel (so confusing hanging out with something with the same name) who complained of an early 6AM flight. She also told us this while perched in front of Tribeca at 2:30AM... which earned her worried looks since she hadn't realized she had to be at the airport in less than two hours. Bumping into the elusive Bambi was also a pleasure. Disappointingly not me behind the camera, kinda stole these pictures from my friend Doug.