I wasn't sure if it was a Uniqlo casting or an art opening, but the cool-looking kids were out in force at photographer Ryan McGinley's opening last night at Soho's Team Gallery (in fact, for much of the night, the crowd spilled out onto the sidewalk—on both sides of the street). Men in really, really skinny pants; women with really, really messy hair; and a slew of familiar faces—Michael Stipe, John Waters, Dan Colen, photographer David Armstrong—all crammed in to get their first look at "I Know Where the Summer Goes," McGinley's scruffy, romantic (think sixties and seventies Playboy) images of beautiful young people prancing in fields, on cliffs and beaches, and in convertibles. The artist—who for the record looked handsome in a blue suit jacket—took the photos last summer when he trekked through the United States with a posse of 16 male and female models, three assistants, and a whopping 4,000 rolls of film. He came home with 150,000 photographs, and spent the next few months whittling them down to his favorite 50. "It's making me want the warmer months to come back now," McGinley said as he was swarmed by his legions of fans and admirers. "It was just getting warm this week until tonight. It figures that the last night of winter is my opening."