Emma Straub and I had a fantastic reading at McNally Jackson. It’s such a beautiful store and the crowd was warm and enthusiastic. Also, fashionable.
Also, someone needs to give me and Emma a talk show, stat!
It’s true! These two are delightful, and I can’t wait to read their novels.
Also, completely fun to bump into Peter (literally, as each of us were queuing up for the signing) and witness this great moment.
We discovered some Museum visitors that look an awful lot alike the artworks they are looking at. Coincidence? Which artwork at the Museum best suits your style?
“The Ballet Class,” c. 1880, Hilaire-Germain-Edgar Degas
“White and Black,” 1955, Ellsworth Kelly, Collection of the artist © Ellsworth Kelly
“A Wheatfield on a Summer’s Afternoon,” 1942, Marc Chagall © Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / ADAGP, Paris
“Untitled XXI,” 1982, Willem de Kooning © The Willem de Kooning Foundation / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
“Red,” 1955-56, Sam Francis © Samuel L. Francis Foundation, California / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
“Umpferstedt II,” 1914, Lyonel Feininger © Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn
There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
Go see Onur Tukel’s solo art show The Germans Are Coming! on July 24th from 7-11pm at The Living Gallery in Bushwick. Onur is one of the smartest, most talented and interesting people I’ve ever met and we’re all incredibly lucky that he’s giving us an opportunity to take an intimate peek at his brilliance for an evening.
Sold. See you there!
“Wasn’t that, in the end, what he wanted? To discover how this place worked—not just its outward system of organization, but its inward, private one as well? Its secret machinations, the strings that gestured the puppet. Who was the puppet, though?”
—Edan Lepucki, California