This will be
a rather brief catch-up till I can catch my breath this coming weekend. I
returned from Gotham Sunday night and left yesterday after LFG’s Parent-Teacher
Conference for yet another full week on the road. But I’m eager to share my
perspectives on the Ivy Style event when I get the time. But for now…
I rolled
into Gotham on Wednesday afternoon and walked from Penn Station amidst the next round of Mother Damn Nature, to the
Americano Hotel…accommodations courtesy of F.I.T.
The walk over there was Nor’easterly
bone chilling—it took me an hour to thaw out. My Flusser Mac was never put to
better use.
And the
Americano? Fun…minimalist…Chelsea modern. With a confusing bean bag chair.
I’ll write
voluminously about the various topics and speakers and how great it all was.
But for now, just let me tell you that my friend Reggie Darling almost caused
me to miss the entire freakin’ blogger segment of the symposium. I’m dutiful
about such honors and had been in fellowship with Patricia Mears, Bruce Boyer
and others about the Exhibition and symposium for almost a year.
Eager to
assist and honored to participate in the symposium, I was there on time…both
days…actually early on Friday, but was whisked away to one of my favorite
haunts for lunch on Friday…the proverbial 21. Reggie ridiculed me into martinis
and I, stalwart in my resistance to such peer pressure and cognizant of my
being on stage when we returned, gladly complied. We were late returning. The
blogger segment had already begun. I, martini fueled...had to do the walk of
shame and take my place on stage and apologize for being late. Imagine what an
even greater hit I’d a been sans hooch. Hell, I probably did a better job with
a little brine on board. Thanks Reggie!
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I was able
to escape and swing by the Flusser Atelier for a gander at a boondogglesque
concoction consisting of the above shown parts. I’ll leave you hanging till
later on its gestation.
Then over at Paul Stuart, Puerto
Rykken and his minion, Paolo, who by the way at twenty years old, is worthy of
an exclusive blog post himself, ganged up on me, using the textile tazers that
you see above.
Stay tuned
for Paolo…he’s the love child of Pablo Neruda and Jackie Gleason and he's not to be missed. Bam.
The balance
of the weekend had me decamped to the Warwick where a good time was had by all.
We scooted down to SoHo and dropped in on Jay Kos. I don’t get it.
War Horse on
Saturday night and the Met on Sunday. Saw some old friends including William
Orpen.
Then back to
reality and a delightful re-entry for sure. I’m away till Thursday night on my
next to last sortie for the year. I have a Las Vegas show that I’m doing after
Thanksgiving and then I’ll wrap another blessed year professionally.
But the
highlight of the post Gotham weekend was my meeting with LFG’s teachers
yesterday. After a tough start so far…she was sick for five days in September and she lost
her grandmother…my former mother-in-law…six weeks ago and missed almost another
week of school…my baby is currently in all-A student in one of the most
academically rigorous school districts in Montgomery County Maryland.
Onward.
Blessed. Pinch me. Just steer clear of my G-Spot and my royal blue blazer.
ADG II
