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May 11, 2005 10:26PM
TriBeCa
Sunday May 11, 2003
Still in NY. Had a great day yesterday just walking -- all around mid & downtown, eastside & west, first zig-zagging thru & then walking the perimeter along the rivers. Exhilarating just to MOVE. Man, were my feet tender last night, though.
Evening proved a stupid disappointment. Bro's girlfriend had forwarded me an e-mail from a sister alum of hers that included info re: an Annie Leibowitz exhibit & an invite for some free cocktails. Called the # provided to get on the list, but of course, no answer & no call back. Googled the exhibit & it seemed legit, listed as free & open to the public 10am-10pm, so we decided not to worry about the free booze. Got there at 4:40 & found it closed (& completely empty) for a private party from 5-7:30. Another couple was there, too & argued to be allowed in until 5, but to no avail. The exhibit is hung in these semi-transparent white cocoon-like scrim things & we could sort of see a few of the pictures from the balcony of the floor above the exhibit & from the street. Walked up to a nice little crepe restaurant on Grand for a bite and a drink. Hopped the subway back downtown since the feet by then were screaming for some respite. Wandered past the Ground Zero mess, skirted the now-massive crowds waiting to get into the film fest & hung out on a bench in Battery Park til 7:30ish. Ok, so Annie Leibowitz, take two. Found now two other couples waiting in the lobby & the guard says the private party has been extended til at least 8:30. We could see clearly (through the scrims) that there weren't even twenty people inside (including the help) & most were no longer looking at the exhibit but milled by the bar gabbing. Yet we wouldn't be allowed in until they chose to leave. I was quite incensed. That kind of petty hassle & aggravation and elitist & status-conscious bullshit (not to mention bad manners) represents some of what I really DISlike about this over-priced & full-of-itself city. Nearly soured the trip for me. And believe me, I didn't miss the irony of the show being Leibowitz, for Pete’s sake. A celebrity photographer's photos of celebrities. Titled (?entitled) Rewarding Lives ('nuff said). So then I was annoyed with myself for even bothering with this foolishness when the real energy & vitality of the city and so much of what I LOVE about it is right on the street. So back to the street I went & "home" to Astoria where my ain't never gonna be SOMEBODY ass belongs, evidently.
www.davidbowie.com/bowie/journal/journal.php?id=32
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Disclaimer: This was intended to be the first entry in my po’ gal’s autobiographical semi-parody of Bowie’s gallery-hopping & photo-opping around the world (see here).
No celebrities were harmed in the making of this post.
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