new york day 4

last summer there were, 

there were days, 

there were days it wasn't safe to go outside

you look like you're strong

because if you're a guy you can smell the grave biscuits burning

the sweetened milky emulsion of the child ephemeral

we had hot weather in june, july

keep running

 

today i ended up having two extended conversations with men about my project, exposing them to #4 perfume, one came up when i happened to already be recording, so i just let it keep going, and he remarked about how new york is great in the summer if you like to look at women. probably how men feel in la all the time

the other was wondering if the table selling sundry items nearby was what smelled so good, he must have liked the honeysuckle, lemon blend i was wearing

i spent the rest of the day in chelsea galleries

my absolute favorite was at matthew marks, la carte d'après nature, curated by thomas demand (above), and i'm so disappointed the catalog was already sold out, but i found it online in french (my favorite speech in art school was when my professor took us on a tour of the library and said, "if you don't have time to read the book, just look at the pictures")

i also really loved matthew barney's work at gladstone, and so many people missed out on the pieces upstairs, which were incredible

i ended up using the leftovers from perfume #4 in the bath tonight which is one of my favorite ways to experience my art. in the air, in the steam, a light coating on the skin

interacting with architecture

i just had a piece installed in the chain letter show at shoshana wayne gallery, in santa monica

i definitely have been erring on the side of subtlety with scents lately

and actually this reminds me of a show in culver city from last year, called the human powered show

i debuted of one of my favorite scents to date, vice, composed mainly of tobacco, chocolate and coffee, by pouring it down the wall

bus stop 2

looking down from my window at the bus stop i hover over, and i saw this image

and the same man who "wanted it all" in his last prayer was giving a speech about how people die: some people jump off bridges

it kind of made me stop, and wonder, and pray in fact

bus stop

i just moved into a little apartment above a bus stop, and it's becoming good practice for eavesdropping on conversation (as many people down there are not talking to anyone physically present) and it's leading to that conclusion i drew with this proposal--we're often praying and we don't know it

i saw a friend yesterday and was talking about this concept, and he said he'd heard that prayer was just begging, and that god was an adult's imaginary friend

the man's prayer this morning who i was overhearing was simply this: 

i want it all!!!!