My friend Phil exhibited his artwork tonight at the Andrew Edlin Gallery, and never before have I been so happy to arrive at such a crowded venue. As a result of an alarmingly enormous turnout, the gallery was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with a line out the door and a body heat induced temperature fogging the icy windows.
It was the coldest day yet in New York City, and as no shock to any that know me, I was inappropriately clothed in a third of the required and sensible amount of attire.
I have been forgoing coats for the sake of an outfit for as long as I can remember. In the sixth grade, I actually had a principal call my mother to offer her charitable donation of a warm jacket. This call was received much to my mother’s embarrassment, as my closet was filled with countless adequate and untouched forms of armor for the cold.
Tonight was no exception, however no matter the chill to my bare legs, at least I was able to incorporate a matching hat….
New York Winter, I approach you with open arms, bare legs, and an invitation for a true challenge.
