HELLO FRIENDS. If there’s one thing I’m into, it’s art. I just can’t get enough of it!!!
It can teach you so much about life, like how to get your picture taken. I mean, I’ve had a lot of practice, what with my roommate always taking pictures of me and being like “Oooh put this online!!!” and I’m like, “Ugh, ok, but I’m only writing this blog because you’re MAKING ME.”
But last week Dr. Boyfriend and I went to the Armory Show Opening Party to Benefit Who Knows But Neon Indian’s Gonna Play aND WEEEE Had a BRUShsh with FAME.
But I mean, that doesn’t even convey like, how ALTERNATIVE this event truly was.
There we go.
I mean, it was really, truly among the most alternative nights in my life, and I have been to a lot of concert cum art show cum crab race events in Philadelphia basements.
Additionally additionally, that’s what it looks like when Dr. Boyfriend is thinking about bacon-wrapped shrimp.
Everyone was there, except you, because you’re not a part of this scene (HT). We all danced together, like a flock of Nabokov’s butterflies scattering with effortless but anxious beauty against some bitter wind of mainstream mundanity. We wore cool outfits (I’m wearing a Carven dress over a long tutu, but you can’t see that because it’s too XCLUSIV). For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged. To a group of people who were like “WhoooOOo is this BandddDD Flourescent Peasants so I mean YEAH I run a start-up that makes ELECTRIC Cacti!” I was like, “Yeah man! I wear my shoes with different outfits for a living!”
(Related: Is New York just a big middle school? OMG sad because maybe!!!!!)
But did I have fun?
So in conclusion DEFINITELY get into art and review art you like on Yelp.
(Original images in post [eg, un-Pizza’d versions] via Village Voice.)