Dave has a friend who works as a curator at the New Museum down on Bowery. Occasionally we get invited to openings of art I don’t understand, but I enjoy going for three reasons: classy open bar, the people watching, and the view from the sky deck (see above). There was no tactful way to take pics of the characters there, but clearly the crowd had perfected the art of walking the line between hobo and chic. I felt like such a school marm. Maybe I should have not washed my hair, forgotten a bra, and worn boots regardless of the heat wave. Oh, and bright red lipstick. Can’t forget the bright red lipstick.
View from the New Museum