The agony and ecstasy of the Timothée Chalamet lookalike contest

“Honestly, I’m just trying to make a squad out of myself,” he says mysteriously. “Imagine the power. It’s just a bunch of dark-haired, skinny white kids walking around.’ He “absolutely” expected the scene to be just as crazy because “that’s just how things go in Washington Square Park.” After all, he only heard about the contest because “everybody and their motherfucker sent it to me.”

Nearby is 16-year-old Finn, who literally heard about the contest from a friend’s mom who told him about it the night before and told him he should go. “And then I did,” he tells me, “because what else am I going to do with a Sunday afternoon?” A few minutes ago, he had just been handed a business card from a modeling agency.