Sep 6, 2011
"Whatchor name?"
Between the jazzy beats, the glow of the flashing theater lights from the Orpheum, and the free-flowing libations, I was in the zone.
A block of Broadway was closed off and dotted with simple white tents. Scents waifed through the air and intermixed, seemingly mirroring the salad bowl of attendees that jumped from line to line.
The melodic and rhythmic motion of these Terroni pasta chefs were alluring and hypnotic, so much that I didn't even hear the man ask me for my name.
Filmed at Film Noir, The Taste 2011