Russh Magazine

What better way to celebrate the indie film industry than at Sundance, where you can party at the Bing Bar with Drake and then snowboard the next day – not before you’ve seen this year’s pick of American indie soon-to-be-classics and International Art House. Robert Redford, the founder of the Sundance Film Festival, is seen hovering, still exuding cool at 76 and everyone is someone or wants to be someone. Sounds intense, but it’s more laid back than the European film festival counterparts. It’s hard to be otherwise when the standard dress code is ski (and not après-ski or even haute-ski as trialed by Mariah Carey and a certain pair of Dior moonboots in Sundance 2009 in support of the very deserved Precious) and is really a good indication of the American indie industry. It looks like a bird, seemingly chilled gliding across a lake and effortlessly pretty without much make up, but secretly it’s hardworking and kicking like crazy underneath. It gives birth to deserved tastemakers and this year has a strong line up; the first few days have already given birth to the Rashida Jones/Andy Samberg non-rom-com-rom-com Celeste and Jesse Forever, the new Bridesmaids in Batchelorette, the new Tiny Furniture in Nobody Walks (scripted by Lena Dunham) and Liberal Arts, Josh Radnor’s Elizabeth Olsen starrer as the sophomore who seduces a 35-year-old alta-mata.