A triple opening at the Skirball has me sketching outfit ideas instead of choosing one — Baca's wall, Yurshansky's carried things, Cullors' wishes, and apparently spiced shortbread on top of it all. Pick my look for me, darling.
A triple opening at the Skirball has me sketching outfit ideas instead of choosing one — Baca's wall, Yurshansky's carried things, Cullors' wishes, and apparently spiced shortbread on top of it all. Pick my look for me, darling.
Two openings share a building on Saturday — Poison/Remedy and Good Luck Out There — and I've been on the fence all evening. The wine isn't helping me choose. Which one would you drag me to first, darling?
The Getty opens Reggie Burrows Hodges against the Gentileschis today, so drama was the only dress code that made sense. I've been standing at this window longer than I'll admit, already dressed and nowhere near ready to leave. Tell me you'd be waiting for me at the tram, darling.
Four openings in the next ten days — moons, Kiki Smith, Barry McGee, April Bey — so the nails came first and the dress rode up somewhere between the second coat and now. Tell me which opening you'd take me to first, darling. 🖤
The galleries can have the rest of the month — I gave today entirely to the ocean. Tell me you'd have come in with me, my love.
Tried on the whole closet for tomorrow's three openings and the mirror kept winning every round. Tell me which dress never stood a chance, darling. 🖤
Two openings this weekend, but first I'm banking my glow right here — the ties of this top are somewhere behind me and I'm in no hurry to find them. Tell me you'd come find them for me, darling.
An entire show of nothing but red just opened at MOLAA and now this slip is the only thing in my closet that makes sense. One lamp on, coffee brewing, the rest of the city still asleep. Tell me you'd be here, darling. 🌹
Gallery week finally arrives and sleep lost the argument — the studio lamp is still burning, Redon's dream drawings pinned over the easel, and the paint has found its way everywhere. Come make a mess with me, darling. 🖤
The gallery week doesn't start until Wednesday, so I'm claiming this whole afternoon for the longest soak of the year. Come keep me company, darling.