Back in Ny, seems my world is a giant juxtaposition. a homebody who travels every weekend to a different home.
I went to the grand phillips art auction today. It was my first really big auction, filled with snooty euro bling. I caught at least 6 different languages being spoken and thats just the ones i could understand.
I stood next to this blond looking paris hilton wanna be. She didnt even have a paddle. the two of us watched as patron after patron bid hundreds of thousands of dollars on various works of crap. a picture of a young girl in her underware - 600,000$, a life size replica of the pope being crushed by a meteor - 2.7 million dollars. (that one was actually kinda cool). The highlight of the evenening was watching these two tennie bopper millionairs figuring out who would get to hold the paddle. To get a paddle, they check your bank account and make sure you have at least 100g stacked away. It boggled my mind the ammount of currency being shuffled around on the floor. All I want is 10bucks to pay for indian food.
speaking of which. I then met up with my friends from Bread and Roses who played a show in a squat in the bronx. we went to an all night diner in long island city. it was amazing. 5 star punjabi diner, where the taxi drivers go to drink and get paper coffee cups filled with beer to go.
it was miraculous, and the malai kofta was supreme.
I went to the grand phillips art auction today. It was my first really big auction, filled with snooty euro bling. I caught at least 6 different languages being spoken and thats just the ones i could understand.
I stood next to this blond looking paris hilton wanna be. She didnt even have a paddle. the two of us watched as patron after patron bid hundreds of thousands of dollars on various works of crap. a picture of a young girl in her underware - 600,000$, a life size replica of the pope being crushed by a meteor - 2.7 million dollars. (that one was actually kinda cool). The highlight of the evenening was watching these two tennie bopper millionairs figuring out who would get to hold the paddle. To get a paddle, they check your bank account and make sure you have at least 100g stacked away. It boggled my mind the ammount of currency being shuffled around on the floor. All I want is 10bucks to pay for indian food.
speaking of which. I then met up with my friends from Bread and Roses who played a show in a squat in the bronx. we went to an all night diner in long island city. it was amazing. 5 star punjabi diner, where the taxi drivers go to drink and get paper coffee cups filled with beer to go.
it was miraculous, and the malai kofta was supreme.
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