We were getting food plated for dinner. John John was super antsy, due to hunger and being almost 3 years old. He found my phone. He touched buttons until he found a photo app. He took pictures. I let him because, even if an iPhone was ruined, at least dinner would be served. Little did I know that he would capture everything so beautifully. I’ll be happy to remember dinner this way forevermore.
On day two or three of our Japan sojourn, we went to the Hakone Open Air Museum and had a little tail end bit of Hanami. Even a bit of the kind where the petals fall off in the breeze, like gentle snow cascading through the air.
They also have a totally ’80s Picasso permanent exhibition. So ’80s. So Japanese.
This performance happened at the opening of Jim Drain’s exhibition “I Would Grow On My Hand” at Greene Naftali in New York City in 2007. A crowd of people filled the gallery to watch these dancers. There was Jim in a thong, silver tights, and a wig. There was a woman in a men’s dress shirt. Another woman wore a horse’s tail. They hopped in circles. We looked on. I took this video. The artist Gordon Hull was there and he gave me a zine he had been working on, full of incantations and voudou spells and secret codes you deciphered in mirrors. Vice licensed the footage for an art TV show they were working on. For dinner afterwards, I went to Taza del Oro on Eighth Avenue.