At that point, we had frivolous matters on our minds such as, will we spot Kim Kardashian sporting those monstrous see-through plastic boots? Will Kanye perform a surprise single, cuz that’d be rad?
A later notice instructed us to take a shuttle bus departing from the Meatpacking District, which would bring us to Roosevelt Island for the show. The bus, packed mostly with media folks, took about an hour and a half to make it to the island; in retrospect, we’d have done better to hop the tramway over the East River.
Once the bus finally let us off, we were in for another hour-and-a-half wait. The sun came out, blistering hot, as we stood in a crowded mass outside of the abandoned ruins of Renwick Smallpox Hospital, awaiting further instruction. This was around 3 p.m., when the performance was supposed to begin. We were marooned on Yeezy Island, true fashion victims.