Caught on Bayard Street yesterday.
This is the kind of day where I look out the window and the weather is screaming at me NAP! NAP!! So I think I shall.
Last night I found out that Daredevil Tattoo on Ludlow was doing another of their special offers today, so I had to participate. They’re the shop that offers $13 tattoos every Friday the 13th. This time around they were offering $50.00 tats and donating the full price to two charities: one a food for the homeless program and the other a no-kill animal shelter. So how could I resist? I hauled myself down there half an hour before they opened, worried that I might face a huge turnout, since the $13 sessions inspire lines that head up to the corner of Ludlow. Luckily I was the second person in the chair.
The guy who worked on me was thoughtful and focused and I liked his “bedside manner”. Un like the last two pieces I’ve gotten there, this one took close to fifty minutes, which is impressive when you think that their rate for regular work starts at $100 an hour. All the flash for the day was recession inspired, and I was turn between getting this and getting a pic of a hobo, which was a sweet drawing but too clean shaven for my taste. I’d have asked for some additional whiskers on him, but the rule on these days is that you can’t customize any of the drawings.
It may have been the price difference or the crappy weather, but customers seemed light. Things may have picked up this afternoon, and I think there’s still time if any of you New Yorkers want to run down and grab one.
Five artists whose works I greatly admire have graciously consented to make or read something in relation to one of the pieces in my current show at Location One. Come by tonight at 8pm and hear from these supremely talented folks:
Carmelita Tropicana
Rob Fitterman
Sarah Schulman
Robert Gluck
Dominic Vine
It’s all happening at 20 Greene Street
Hope to see you there!
Felt a little “I don’t want the next two days” today, after my house guest left. There’s a alot of cleaning I could have done, but instead I crawled into bed and put on a movie that never fails to comfort me: My Man Godfrey. Carole Lombard is astonishing in it, managing to be annoying and charming all at the same time.
Last night my pal Chris Cochrane celebrated turning 50 by rocking out to a select audience of his friends. It was inspiring and the only time I’ve ever cried to “Now I Wanna Be Your Dog” There was spicy peanut dip and an extravagant cake. There was surprise singing of Andrew Lloyd Weber (not by Chris). He had some cute glasses on at one point.
He’s been following this journal, so now he gets to see me say in public how much I love him. 30 f’in years we’ve known each other!