weekend recap:

the ernesto neto show was super fun, because art you can climb into is far more entertaining than art you can’t touch. i would love to remodel my living room into a giant macrame sculpture that integrates seating, cat toys, and plant life. the sheila hicks was also fantastic, despite having to control my urges to fondle the gorgeous cousin it sculpture that quickly became my favorite piece in the show. quite fulfilling to finally see her work in person, experience the scale of her pieces, the texture, and the craft.

we also hit up the strand (express-style, i didn’t even attempt the 2nd floor and limited myself to one paperback), and my lovely friends accompanied me on my pilgrimage to and annual splurge at comptoir des cotonniers. also visited the fascinating but tragically overpriced kiosk, and the always-amusing evolution store, where this time i discovered that i really really really want a crystal phallus to put on my bookshelf (cost-prohibitive, however).

we ate well and drank lots, as usual, in brooklyn. paulie gee’s absolutely blew my mind. great atmosphere and fucking delicious pizza, with a perfect crust and toppings such as pickled grapes and vegan fennel sausage. the salted caramel bourbon ice cream we had for dessert was perfect as well.

thanks, berit, brendan, and teak for your hospitality! xoxo