fuck fuck fuck. I thought tonight was the closing party for Deep River Gallery. Drove by around 8:45 p.m.
Nope, it was last night.
Fuck fuck fuck.
There is an extensive tribute to Deep River in Coagula Issue #56, in an interview with Daniel J. Martinez. It was a gallery based on the premise that a great exhibition is more important than commerce or connections. Rising rents are to blame, but this year was pretty much supposed to be the last. Still, I am pissed at myself for missing it. They had even thanked me on the announcement. And to think that i missed it for Star fucking Clone Wars that sucked.
Went to a party at Pierre & Gary Silva’s estate. They are a fetish photography duo I met through dave Naz. Many of the usual suspects were there. A good risque group. Fun. The artwalk on Saturday was okay, many people kept asking me if I would be attending the party afterwards, I’ve only been to 20 parties in the building they were having it in, so i was like, “No.” You get sick of seeing your neighbors drunk three times a week, why pay to see your neighbors and a bunch of yuppies all get drunk?