today i took the head of the royal academy all over downtown, outfitted him in some aNYthing gear, went by terrence’s, dan’s, dash’s place, ridiculous running around with ridiculous still awake boys, i mean??? terrence’s studio is full of shirtles fey men dancing around to electro and gold-leafing a taxidermied monkeyhead, dash is in the tub when we get to dans house and wetly, nakedly, introduces himself, whatever this curator dude doesnt even flinch. know why? the art world is A RIDICULOUS BARREL OF MONKEYS
dash gave me a photo of me making tea:
