This is an intimate and suggestive reading. Let's begin.
Happy Friday! OMG, what a week, time to lay it way back. As you rub your hands together you visualize the evening. It's yabba-dabba-doo and the glow of summer is lustful and tempting. Thanks to the office pizza party, your belly is full, but you could definitely use a frosty beverage. Luckily your apartment is just a few blocks away. You pause and sigh after opening your front door. The perfect AC hits a sweet spot. This is why you live downtown. This is the yin to your breakback j-o-b. What a pad! You imagine a crisp IPA as you close the door behind you while trying to remember where … you put … the one-hitter. Ahh, there it is! A long slow puff chased by a deep chug of lemony citrus and your stress is adios. You toss on a stingy brim, check yourself, then Savion Glover down the front stoop. Just enough time to catch the last bits of Manhattanhenge as you smooth-it to Chelsea. You remember a nice write-up in the Art Forum about the minimalist photographer, MCHL WGGNS, reviewing the new series "Is It OK if I Come Over?" as oddly sensual in its simplicity. You feel a tingle as you watch the club kids smoking cloves in front of the gallery while slow bumping to muffled dubstyle. One of the dancers says, "Free chardonnay inside," and points to the beaded curtain. The salon is spacious and completely black—save a few purple and green bulbs that hang from crocheted extension cords. Along the walls are eleven softly lit 40 x 60” photographs. Each image is printed on snowy white metal and displayed inside cherry heartwood floater frames. Someone hands you a pint glass of wine and says, "Thanks for coming, I'm dying to know what you think," and disappears. Was that? Your cup is perfectly chilled with hints of plum and vanilla. The room is misty from a palo santo cleanse. Along the walls are yoga mats and zafu cushions. The room is buzzing with jive, downward dogs, and art shmooze. A stranger gently brushes up against your arm and giggles as they pass. You happily raise your chalice in return. Cheers. Your eye is drawn to I Used To Be Super Lonely a meditative image of a swirling mandala with an offering of soggy cigs at the core: $1,500. A red dot sits just below the frame. A companion book describes the show as “minimalist photography and everlasting bliss:” $75 in the gift shop. A playful couple whispers in both of your ears. On the left you hear, "We just bought, Do You Want to Talk About It?” On your right, "We're hanging it in our bedroom." You watch them sally to center stage and shimmy like Travolta. One of the club kids refreshes your tumbler and says, "I love you," as they gesture towards a photograph on the other side of the room. When you approach, a small posse is gathered in front of the image and holding hands. They smile and gush, "That was the last exhibit in Roanoke. So rad. We danced until 4 a.m." Then they scream, "Everlasting bliss!" and run to the next tableau.
I could go on-and-on of course but I think we'll stop there. I hope you enjoyed the show. As it turned out it was a fortuitous night for MCHL WGGNS. Every photograph sold! But thankfully there were plenty of books on hand for the darlings that wanted a keepsake. And a few limited edition copies are still available! **
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** Sold out
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