Body heat makes a hot sticky mess out of cotton candy.
I also noticed the setting of the sun because the space at 833 Broadway is naturally so well-lit; that and the room cooled down a bit, and the whites in my painting turned to yellows and blues.
They [the crowd] went through so much rosé -- I stuck to my Perrier, because my head's been hurting lately and I have pine-nut-mouth (everything tastes bitter for ten days after consuming a certain type of pine-nut, google it).
Skipping the after party because I need to decompress, and these bondage straps on my new Yohji pants are at risk of catching on drunken feet and chair legs.
Check it out tomorrow (10 AM - 6 PM), it'll be much more conducive to the viewing of art.
Love!
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