Warhol’s portrait of Man Ray. @ Paul Kasmin gallery #armoryshow
Putting the house’s savoir faire into every piece. @louisvuitton #pfw
Ghesquire did a great job. I see a lot of potential here.
"I wonder how many times this conversation has happened before; across the years, the decades, the centuries?"
Two people sit in a cafe, early morning, watching the sun illuminate the unenlightened.
"I would guess many times- I would expect that for many, if not all, major eras in history, a select group of people held a conversation very similar to this. In the days of the British Empire, I’m certain Disraeli, at some point, said something much like what we are discussing now."
The saucer is refilled with dark, bitter brew before being softened with sugar and stirred slowly, pensively. Eyes move off into the distance, viewing history itself. It continues.
"Do you think that could indicate some new form of Enlightenment? In this present age of the DIY and infinite enabling, could we actually rediscover practical empiricism?"
"You mean like another Renaissance?"
"Maybe? I don’t know… I can see some of the pieces in place but can’t say where they will land yet. It requires a great deal of vision."
The conversation continues, befitting the scene and societal graces therein.
It’s a little late and I’ve had a few drinks. I want to call you to tell you I’m fine- how much I don’t need you and don’t miss you at all because I’m fine without you. You were awful to me but I’m fine with it. I forgive you. I was mean to you too. I hurt you because I was upset. You hurt me because I hurt you. But I’m fine. I’ve moved on. You’ve moved on. I hope you’re happy because I’m great. I don’t want to go over what happened because it’s over. We will never be that thing again- it wasn’t right in the end and I’m sorry it ended that way. But you’re okay and I’m fine. We’re fine. I’m happy for you. I hope he’s good to you the way I wasn’t. I hope he tells you how great you are and how much he loves you the way you always wanted me to. Yeah, I have someone. She’s great. We’re perfect together- the way you and I said we’d be. So, I’m fine. We’re good. Goodbye.
But I’m not fine.