Picture this: Guido Mantega drunkenly pimp strutting around Phipps conservatory, commenting on the frangipanis and sipping on white wine. He walks over to a corner and watches Christine Lagarde and Pranab Mukhergee fall in love under the orchids. He cries a tear of Brazilian passion.
Fast forward to the Warhol; the usual hipsters that stand outside smoking cigarettes and talking about existentialism come face-to-face with our First Lady, who cares not for tight pants and The Shins. She orders them all to be tased (victory!) and promply goes to set up her luncheon.
I'm not going to comment on the fact that kids from CAPA will be perfoming for the G20 delegation, because everyone grew up with a CAPA kid in the neighborhood and we all remember how we treated them.