At the 40/40 Club, waiting for Jay-Z to arrive, V.I.P.s celebrate a pair of his shows at Carnegie Hall
It was 11:30, and nothing was happening yet at the after party for Jay-Z's second and final night performing at Carnegie Hall. Thirty blocks uptown, Jay-Z was finishing up his set, a team-up with United Way and the Shawn Carter Foundation, filmed for eventual DVD release. It was a repeat of the night before, where he'd become the first rapper to headline the space, and – with it—the first rapper to sell out the place. When you're done collecting all of the hip-hop Pokemon, you have to move into other worlds, break glass ceilings in other houses.(2)
I joined Chapman at the Soho Rooms, a Moscow nightclub that is terribly difficult to enter, the doormen protecting the many beautiful women inside from the men who cannot afford them. Chapman handed me a white T-shirt silk-screened with a version of the iconic image of Che Guevara in a beret, with Chapman’s face in the place of Guevara's. The bottom of the shirt read, “Cha.” It was a gift for me. Chapman was enjoying her fame. At one point in the evening she leaned in close against the blaring music and asked me if I knew who I was. I nodded and said that I did.
“I’m still trying to figure it out,” she said, flashing her green eyes.(9)
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