The bands were mostly really good but you'd be better off reading about them at Pitchfork:
pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/145829-live-review-atp-new-york
The pictures here explore the mostly unseen parts of the resort, parts that ranged from pretty weird to pretty nightmarish. (Ask Olly about the basement toilets whose seats were duck-taped down as though to prevent something from crawling out).
I found that the creepiest thing about the resort's nether-regions was the pervasive feeling of contrivance I got when visiting them; everything seemed staged for my photographing pleasure. I often felt as though I were discovering not an abandoned space but rather a well-preserved art installation.
Though I was initially mad at myself for not bringing my nice camera, I think the graininess and subdued tones captured by my early-'70s vintage Canonet are actually pretty well-suited to the subject matter.
Overall, it was a pretty fuzzy weekend.