BlackBook
July 20, 2009
Will the floor hold?” Ben Esser asks anxiously, his limpid, soulful brown eyes scanning a room inside his East London home while his slim frame teeters atop a bookcase. But the friends he’s invited over for a raucous celebration this afternoon, so colorful they seem to have stepped straight from a street-style blog, aren’t all that concerned: “Sure it will!” After a nervous pause, he screams and leaps.

