Early Wednesday evening, art world folk of all shapes and sizes came together to celebrate 303 Gallery‘s 25th Anniversary at their new space in Chelsea. Artists, musicians, actors, models, hoteliers — and yes, even lowly interns! — reveled in the night’s many provided activities; although I was initially disappointed by the lack of any artwork (as you can see above, the space is not exactly completed yet) there was plenty to keep us all occupied. I for one, took it upon myself to enjoy a healthy offering of bratwurst (courtesy of Schaller and Weber, who apparently don’t believe in ketchup) and bite-sized ice cream cones and cookies (by artist Karen Kilimnik) in front of the wall-sized projection of David Lynch’s Lost Highway, incidentally — but nonetheless appropriately — soundtracked by a curious and caustic wall of noise by birthday boy Thurston Moore. The celebration was capped off by a brief set by the Virgins, and though the festivities continued on late into the night as guests ventured off to Beatrice Inn, my celebrations continued no further than the Long Island Rail Road where, far too full on bratwurst and ice cream miniatures, I read Herman Melville and listened to Arthur Russell — trading one party for another.