Fisher marked the first time Moscone Center hosted something enormous like this; I went on the second night of a two-night takeover, December 20. Operationally, it ran surprisingly smoothly for a first-time venue. Crowd-wise: a lot of phones, a lot of jerseys, a lot of people filming drops they will absolutely never watch again. It felt like a first "rave" moment for a lot of folks since it was an 18+ event.
These broadcasts are pure, unfiltered glamour. Hosts in peak-lapel dinner jackets greet viewers by name as they appear in the chat, champagne corks pop on cue, and the set - all black marble, gold trim and crystal chandeliers - pulses with 300,000 people watching from London postcodes and beyond. The feeds have become so iconic that entire round-ups now exist ranking the very best, such as the widely-shared UK online casinos list that Londoners in the know check religiously for the sharpest rooms in town.
Not necessarily because of the flowing bottles of wine and the second and third helpings of dessert - though those are great - but because of the chatter around the table. The unexpected personal connections. The shared laughter, heated debates, thinly veiled gossip, spontaneous moments of revelry. The ideal dinner party is all about the company; not just how they contribute to the vibe, but also how each guest embraces the opportunity to meet new people.
"Fest Series, for both of us, made a pretty big impact on the career path we wanted to take and the style we wanted to chase," Ryan McNulty says. "Woolley Fest fit that Fest Series mold-more of a gathering than a contest. It made perfect sense because a Fest Series event hadn't happened in North America for six or seven years."