Koons admits to reading the same books over and over again — regardless of the season. No Kindle for him, either. On his nightstand (or in his suitcase) are lots of Plato, Nietzsche’s “The Birth of Tragedy” and pretty much everything on Picasso. He also reads the art historian John Richardson and the philosopher John Dewey. At this very moment: “I’m currently reading a wonderful book my wife gave me of Manet’s letters,” he says.
“I have been put in charge of watching and waiting for its second coming,” one of the letters reportedly reads. Two others allegedly refer to the couple’s young children. “I am pleased to know your names now, and the name of the young blood you have brought to me,” one reportedly says. Another asks, “Have they found out what’s in the walls yet?”
Certain yuppies, not to mention any names, love to recount to me not only how much they are personally LOVING "The Gold Finch" (which one of them has been reading for at least 6 months) but love doing me the huge favor of explaining each development and every twist in the plot. Since this has happened several times over the last few months, I have gotten used to the way they swell with excitement as they let me know exactly what I have to look forward to.
"You MUST read it. The one who's clearly been savoring the story tells me every few minutes, as a way to punctuate the gripping blow by blow. I nod, enthusiastically, "I can't wait! I have got to read it." I say, widening my eyes to convey sincere enthusiasm.
I keep my eyes opened as wide as possible as they continue, this time to communicate how electrifying their arguments over the character dynamics within the story is to me, the listener.
"But the without the Russian boy, he would be completely isolated in Las Vegas. Sure he's not the most savory character, but without him the kid wouldn't have anyone, then what would he do?"
"That Russian boy is terrible, he's a terrible character. I wouldn't want my kids mixing with him! I wish he wasn't part of the story."
"But without him the boy would have no one."
"He's a hoodlum, I can't wait. Cannot wait for the boy to get out of Las Vegas. Nothing but trouble there."
"But aren't you at the part where he goes back to New York yet? That's where I'm at. He's back there with the furniture maker." That was after he stole the painting from the Met and rolled it up. It's a painting of a Gold Finch, Dakotah.
"No I'm still in Las Vegas. I cannot wait for him to get out of there."
Hi awesomely hip New York friends,
I am planning an event in New York for one of my clients, a Santa Cruz-based company about to launch some supremely cool and music-oriented headphones. The event will capture a beachy California-in-the-sixties vibe, and we'd like to invite/hire some great local musicians playing relevant music. The internal team would prefer to have the event in Brooklyn but the client seems set on Manhattan.
My questions for you!
- Do you have any recommendations for event spaces that can be segmented into at least two spaces, or that have an upstairs/downstairs situation, or an indoor/outdoor (including rooftop) situation? (One area will need to be quiet while the other area will be host a musician or dj.)
- Do you know any awesome local musicians playing beachy vibes? Or an on-point dj?
- Are there any tastemakers/lifestyle bloggers/musicians who absolutely should be invited to this party?
Thank you for letting me pick your brain!
His words, two parts Shakespeare to one part Samuel Beckett, seem likely to be burned onto our period’s memory: “There it is. You’re caught. You’re right, of course. But you can’t imagine. Arrest him. I don’t know what’s in the house. Oh, I want this. What a disaster. He was right. I was wrong. And the burping. I’m having difficulty with the question. What the hell did I do? Killed them all, of course.”
THROUGHOUT OUR conversation, Lucas kept returning to the question of how exactly she should use what she repeatedly and frankly calls her power, by which she means her personal magnetism as well as her ability to make art. She doesn’t know exactly what it is or what it’s for. Making objects is not a compulsion for Lucas, though she does like the way her sculptures externalize ideas. What she’s looking for, she thinks, are fertile environments, situations with potential. “Really,” she says, “the point of art for me was that I wanted to carry on talking and thinking with other people.”
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"I didn't understand why they had to rip new holes in me, instead of using the holes I came with. The screwing stopped and the hands went away. The air moving past me reminded me of driving. I felt like I was at the top of the Verrazano Bridge, but I couldn't move. I looked out and saw that we were on an island of foliage surrounded by water. Several other islands were nearby, but in the distance I saw nothing but ocean that became sky."
Capas Wool Newsboy Hat - $30 (financial district)
I purchased this hat at the Village Scandal in the East Village of NYC. I desired a wool newsboy hat and this was the smallest size they carried. I guess I convinced myself it fit when it really didn't. Alas, my head is too small ;( This hat is adorable and perfect for the Fall or Winter. It may fit a woman with a slightly larger head or thick, curly hair. It's just a bit too loose on mine. Otherwise, this would be great for men.