All I Do Is Party

After coming in at 4 am last night from my fifth party this weekend (and counting), I feel confident that I am adjusting to life in the city pretty well. Between the girls in my singles ward and the girls at my gallery, I have more invitations then I can resonably handle - at least to be able to attend church at 9:30 with more than 4 hours of sleep.

Oh, and I'm about to become a very serious book buyer; why not, gosh! I have come across a contmeporary French philosopher whose name I was told is "Wellbottom." That can't be right, my google search is not helping on this one though. But I am avidly looking for the French version of his writing, so if you come across it let me know.

"the art world is the fart" world

What happens when you sit around hoping that someone is going to discover that you have no ability for the job you've been hired to accomplish. I don't know because I am a genius at what I do and I wouldn't be here if that weren't the case. Just the other day I sat around as artists whose esoteric work garners millions of dollars from the richest, most pompous collectors from the Greek isles came to me begging me to share in their wealth and show their work in our top tier Chelsea gallery. You see, somehow I attract these fools like flies, but have to regretfully decline because we just don't work like that with those types of people. No, it is important to maintain integrity in this business of wolves, and I for one will eat gruel instead of just take on some artist because their work will "allow me to eat everyday," or "make it possible for me to pay my rent and clothe myself." I am a man of integrity, I will starve for my art...ists.

Double "U," Tee, Eff (Exclamation Point, Question Mark)

I live in New York, I live IN New York, I live in NEW YORK. And I love it, the subway rides that keep from from seeing the trees and the sky for about 1/16 of my working day, the dirty grime that seems to collect in every crevase of sidewalk and corner (inside and out-of-doors), and the lavendar walls that line the hallway of my Harlem apartment building. I love it!

Day 1 of New York - Unpacking, parents invading, sore neck from looking at all the tall buildings
Day 2 of New York - Parents leaving, wandering, movie, FHE, sleeping in my own bed
Day 3 of New York - Waiting for Pete to show up at RARE, me here