On a cold wintry day last February, I walked by Union Square to find this.
Yes. They made a mountain of now in the middle of the city.
A few days later my friends John finally had his first show in Manhattan.
I came a bit early to get some shots of the set up, like this:
And the best Portrait Mclane has ever made.
“Enough About You,” the tryptic I named, sadly lay on the floor.
To make room for a projection of all the shotgun explosions that I cut together.
Photography by the great Ben Rose also made it out.
The red paint explosion piece.
A remembrance of Nick and John’s crazy fall, black suits, painting and all.
The second best portrait Mclane has made. “John Mclane,” by John
Mclane. The character that bears his name with one of my favorite
quotes.
Niki de Saint Phalle portrait. She also liked to shoot paintings, but with rifles, not shotguns.
Josh and his friend came to see it.
The performance from the outside.
John came out and did a quick work.
So maybe this is the last splatter.
Josh’s friends. (god I’m terrible with names six months later).
Finally, after the painting, they let us inside.
All in all, the show left me a bit underwhelmed. I guess John and the
curator who is also named John never saw eye to eye about what was
going down, and it felt unorginazed. But it was nice that John finally
got his own show in the great NYC.
Jenna came and met me after a horrid day of work, and being in an
unkown branch of midtown, had to settle for some bland tex mex.
But at least Jenna could get a margarita, which she probably really needed.
The next day, I hit up a thai place with short visiting Aaron.
And john and nick of course, who went off to a power hour in Brooklyn.
While Aaron and I reminisced and played pool.
At this weird bar where that did Coyote Ugly type shenanigan’s with fire.
Two days later, Jenna bogeyed.
Because two days after that Valentine’s Day came a-knocking.
I got the excellent first season of “How I Met Your Mother” (don’t
knock it till you try it) and she got a one hour massage at Ohm Spa.