Today I planned to go to these places:
Paul Kasmin Gallery to see Ron Galella
Pace/McGill Gallery to see William Christenberry
Julie Saul Gallery to see Reiner Leist
Aperture Gallery to see Lola Alvarez Bravo
Hasted Hunt to see Erich Salomon and Christopher Morris
Gladstone Gallery to see Catharine Opie
Nicole Klagsbrun Gallery to to see Adam McEwen
Yancey Richardson Gallery to see Esko Mannikko
Sikkema Jenkins & Co to see Vik Muniz
and
Alona Kagan Gallery to see Chris Verene. (Very much looking forward to this one.)
However it was raining and throughout New York there were hundreds of thousands of umbrellas (mostly black, I've noticed, until you see the little animae-hearting girls with little clear bubble bowls perched stoutly on their heads. Woah.
So, no galleries. Sore feet.
Some things one should have helped me understand for materials for clever urban living:
-Rain Boots. Yes, we're talking galoshes.
-Umbrella with a plastic stacking caddy for the polite, slightly more technologically advanced rain protective device user.
-For winter: Floor length down jacket with interwoven heating element. You know I cannot tolerate cold of any kind. If forced, I will bring a portable blowdryer to stick up my shirt. And you'll be jealous.
-Grocery cart that will not lose its wheel nuts and bolts and send your shit flying all over the nasty STD infested street.
-Headphones that do NOT yank out of your ears- i.e. ones that hook around them.
-Big bag. One that doesn't fall apart, get wet, or hurt your shoulder. AKA backpack or extremely large and wide strapped leather sink hole of a purse.
-Chapstick (especially for winter)
-Antique cigarette case for your semi-addictive bad habit...because I mean, if you can't carry this around, why did you move here, right?
Of this list, I have a grocery cart. It has yet to meet its demise, but I'm sure it won't be long.
When the money tree hits me in the face, I'll get those other things. Fashion, I think is the fastest path to suicide.
Canal Streeting in knee high boots and a skirt in the rain with a giant umbrella and 35mph wind pick-up is really amazing when you're in the computer. I felt like I was New York Pac Woman Tessa.
Emily, remember the country?
Azuree, remember your homeland?
I have to read Antigone and Witttiggghhshhshietttteiiiieennnnn. I lent out my syllabus and now I'm screwed. And Susan Sontag. Sontag Stagson. Stag & Suns gunshop.
I want some belts. Airheads Xtreme Sweetly Sour Belts.
Also:
Tessa Hutchcroft: indeed, good sir
Peter Baker: i did indeed
Tessa Hutchcroft: don't try to outindeed me. i demand satisfaction
7:10 PM
Peter Baker: i'm coming to new york, and we will have an indeed-off
Tessa Hutchcroft: and thusly you will be outindeedified.
Peter Baker: ......
Peter Baker: indeed.
2 comments:
First, I'm in love with you. I get you.
Sexond, Jenny is going to start reading your blogs cause I said so.
Third, thank you for the list of things that one should know before moving to nyc
Fourth, We(benj, ben, jenny and myself) are watching roseanne and it is a DDELIGHT
Fifth, you are a wild wonderful creature.
hahahah. oohhh, emily. thanks for reading my blog. you're the only one. i told jenny i was pleased i had made you guys laugh. totally worth it. now, update, bitch!
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