Sunday, June 11, 2006
*drum machine clouds *
(pic by Le Merde)
I go dizzy looking at New Yorkers whiz by with their pretty shoes & big thoughts. Last time, there were these pink shoes. And I thought what if art school was this giant room with white walls made of Ian McEwan novels and they had to use laptops to draw pictures of British people. But, not, like, Jane Austen British people. Chantelle Fiddy folks, grime, Kehinde Wiley beautiful messes.
"Move, yo"
And, after I looked up at Gazelle frames and green polo shirt. I moved.
