Summary

On a humid August afternoon, as storm clouds threaten, a quintet of guys who look like they just stepped out of The Matrix approaches the Vessel, the spiraling steel structure in Manhattan’s Hudson Yards. Against the backdrop of its blue lights and fire-red central glow, they pose — in their black leather, coordinated metallic accessories, slicked-back hair, dark shades and Mexican cowboy boots — with dead-serious expressions.

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