Saturday night I ventured out with my friend Skee and her friend C. for an art gallery opening. It's been a long time since I went to a gallery - I'm pretty sure the last time I went was a Terry Richardson photo exhibit, pre-Belevedere vodka ads (here and here) for the movie Brown Bunny, which you may only know as the movie in which Chloe Sevigny gives a real blow j. on camera. The exhibit was gross - it was comprised solely of photos of Richardson being serviced in various ways by boys, girls and tranny combinations thereof. As I watched the hipsters and downtown scenesters - some with their KIDS!- pretend like there was artistic merit in any of it, I decided once and for all that I wasn't cool enough for this crowd and gave up trying to expand my horizons, in this direction anyways. (Though, I do have to admit it feels good when Terry Richardson's name comes up in conversation and I can offer an informed opinion on his work. Full disclosure, this has only happened two times.)
In any case, Saturday night, this trauma firmly behind me, I put on a hiatus on my hiatus and ventured to Soho's Feldman Gallery to view the opening of its Alexander Brodsky exhibit. To my surprise, I actually liked it. It wasn't weird for the sake of being weird, there were cool paintings on put up on light boxes and a few installations. I won't attempt to describe anything here because a.) it wouldn't be intelligent and b.) clicking on Feldman Gallery a few words back will lead you to people who can. In any case, there was free wine and champagne (always a plus) and I got to talk to quite a few cool people, compliments of my friend Skee, a master at the art of introduction.
All that art and conversation got us fired up in the hunger department, so we headed over to Lupe's where we chowed down on Mexican food in the heart of SoHo. Between the frozen mango margarita and the awesome beef enchiladas, I'm afraid that my Mexican food obsession has alive and kicking once more - which means I'm going to be murdering a lot of avocados in the next few weeks as I try to satisfy a never-ending guacamole craving that only stops so I can eat rice and beans in some kind of combination with beef, cheese and tortillas. There's a few more weeks yet til bathing suit season right?
Anyways, thanks to Skee and C. for reminding me how fun SoHo is...I vow to go out there more. And for the reminder that not all art exhibits have to be weird or porn-tastic to be interesting.
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