Their eyes are glassy, their camera phones outstretched. Samantha Ahern and a group of her girlfriends, in from Smithtown, Long Island, for Samantha’s 16th birthday, are scurrying down 51st Street all at once, their legs moving quickly and purposefully, as if they were one big millipede in True Religion jeans.
The sound is low but insistent, a hum that gradually develops into something recognizable. Blake Lively getting ready to film a scene.
