Conceptual artist Graham is quoted as say ing art is his hobby, but we know different. He’s known for his mirrored pavilions, site-specific sculpture and video and film installations— often littered with musicians.The couple hundred guests were wildly enthusiastic when Graham took the stage.“I’m an Aries,” he said.

It was my first visit to the Long Island City art enclave and, boy, was it a doozy. Amid the urban wasteland near Dutch Kills Street was a huge glass structure housing a funky converted trolley factory, where the art stars milled about. “You gotta be warm in that,” I said, gesturing at a blonde in a mink. This crowd looked well-heeled. “$50 at a tag sale,” the lady said. Smart move.

Whose bright idea was it to have post-punk duo Japanther play noise rock in the outdoor courtyard? The group worked with Graham a few years ago, creating Don’t Trust Anyone Over 30, a multimedia live puppet rock opera that toured the country. Of course, Graham is way over 30. The hibachis scattered about to keep us warm didn’t, but the burning wood smelled more like the country than the Queens industrial zone. Waitstaff stood ready with trays of warmed whiskey and S’mores ingredients. Needless to say, the senior gala attendees didn’t stay, but not to worry, a band of merrymaking teen and twenty-something moshers did.

The kids came out strictly for Japanther, and the plummeting temps made it so much better. Hair whipping their face, the boys of Japanther sang, “1-2-3-4/ Fuck the cops!” adding to the fun. To paraphrase what one headbanger later tweeted, that shit was gnarly—Mother Nature was PMSing and Japanther put that bitch in her place.