i took time out of beeing a good girl to go to Terence’s funny event
he exhibited new paintings in Richard Avedon’s old studio. what you see here is a white infinity room filled with sugar paintings.
which is now owned (along with what seemed at least 4 additional floors) by Olivier Sarkosy, the brother of the French Guy
the event was hosted by this guy and Vito Schnabel
the house was lovely but featured a very CONFUSED version of “the history of street art” that went from exceptional Harings and Basquiats to
this total shite and even a FAILE painting that i was too revolted by to even photograph
see how good this basquiat was?
i liked this rained-on daffodil of an umbrella
i liked this sexy lady
javier had just gotten off a plane from London. i miss hanging out with him i forgot how much
the party rages on
jules rages on, with a new painter Nikki discovered named Solange from Rwwanda whose paintings are banging and will be in the IT AINT FAIR
which i think i havent told you about yet but i will!
she carved her name into Sarkosy’s Terence piece. Punk or ill-advised? you be the judge
so beyond on the way home i dont know what these pictures are of
being fucked up makes me lame
some people get cooler i get lamer
its fine i can admit that
pat apparently took this when i came home
i stayed up talking to him until really late and the stories i regaled him with were apparently hilarious
i invaded his shower this moring because this blog needed some skin
and i stopped in the rain this morning because this blog lacked graffiti!
yeah! fresh!
