What I ACTUALLY Did (not just should have done)

So. I was a little scared to do this. Put together the list of interviews I've been on. But luckily I have some good news about job hunting! But first, I want to take a trip down memory lane and list all of the places I interviewed starting back in April.

Here it goes...

Art Newspaper
Americans for the Arts
AIG
Sotheby's
Patron Technology
AIR Gallery
Bryce Wolkowitz
MoMA
Hazen Keay
Black Dragon Society
Paul Rodgers/9W Gallery
White Space Gallery
Spencer Brownstone Gallery
Margaret Thatcher Projects
Craig F. Starr Gallery
Merton Simpson Gallery
Studio in a School
Tanya Bonakdar
Lehman Maupin
Thomas & Associates
Art Assets

(And any others I may have forgotten. Not to mention all the "informational" interviews).

So. About 3 weeks ago a friend informed me of an opening doing Development at the Frick. So I interviewed there on a Wednesday. Then got a call that afternoon from the Jack Shainman Gallery. Got called back for a 2nd interview on Thursday at the Frick followed by an interview with Jack Shainman himself Thursday evening. He was hilarious and I felt like I could be myself during the interview. And the job sounded exactly like what I have determined I want to do after my 20+ interviews. I informed him that I would be going in for a 3rd interview at the Frick on Friday (the truth).

So. Friday I went in for a final interview at the Frick. (Keep in mind that I was also doing temp work in the middle of all these interviews). That same Friday afternoon Jack called and asked me to come in on Saturday for a 2nd interview. I went in at 1:00. Then at 5:00 while out shopping with a friend Jack called me and informed me that he wanted to hire me. I asked him for a little time to think about it. So I called him Sunday evening. He was sick so called me back on Monday. I then called him on my lunch hour and he asked to call me back in 2 minutes. While I waited the Frick called and offered me the job. What the? So I told them I was probably going to take another job. Jack then called. I told him the Frick just called. We talked. Figured out the details. I took the job at the Jack Shainman Gallery. He told me they had a lot of great candidates, but that I was the best. That's nice to hear. I'm still in shock! It happened so quickly after all my months of searching.

It was stressful to actually turn down a great opportunity to work at the Frick. But my dream has been to work with living artists in a setting where I can learn about contemporary art.

Thanks to all those who fasted, prayed and crossed their fingers for me. When I informed 3 of my friends they each separately said to me, "My prayers have been answered!"

Where The Boys Are

This last Saturday I accompanied my friend Alyssa on a shopping excursion for the Holidays. I think we somehow ran into the epicenters for both attractive Indy and mountain men in New York City. Or maybe because we both lived in Hell's Kitchen so long, we aren't used to seeing a lot of straight men out and about.

Anyway. We went to an art exhibit to send off a popular graffiti spot on the lower east side. The building is being turned into condos, so goodbye graffiti. It is actually sad to see it go b/c it has alot of history. Long story short, there was a load of attractive indy/artsy guys hanging out there.

Our next stop was the EMS sporting store on 5th avenue (maybe I shouldn't reveal the location). This seemed to be an epicenter for earthy guys. Both of our jaws were dropping. The ultimate was spotting the darling Julian Casablancas from the Strokes. I glanced up at him as I passed and then my eyes about bugged out of my head. I told Alyssa I needed to get another look just to make sure it was him. So I wandered over and took another, casual gawk at him. What a darling. Too bad he was with his wife. Doh! Here he is . . .



Unfortunately I don't have any stories about how we met a couple of guys. We just saw them. But hey. That's something.

My New Digs--Thoughts on Queens

As most of you know, I headed out to live in Astoria, Queens a few months ago. I found the apartment on the NYU Housing list. So here are a few long awaited pictures. Below is a shot of my living room. This is right before my birthday party.



Here are some pics of my new bedroom. I have 2 closets!







Some of the pros of living in Queens:

Quiet--Fewer Sirens
Alot more space for the money
Families
It is more like a neighborhood
Second-hand stores galore
Speakers on each street corner playing christmas music
Having a yard

The Cons:

Less convenient for Manhattan
Fewer cabs
People don't want to visit because they think it is far away

Conclusion: Moving to Queens is the best move I've made. There is no way I could find this kind of space, peace and quiet in Manhattan. Now I just need to convince my friends to move here.

What I Should NOT Have Done on My B-day

Word to the Wise. Do NOT go to a temp job on your birthday. I've been in my current placement over a month. The guy I'm replacing was fired. And several people have left the department in the last few months. NOT a good sign.

My sister recommended that I bring in treats for everyone. But I just couldn't bring myself to use my precious money for these people who could really care less. So I opted out. Instead I just told a few people. And they would just say, "Happy birthday" and look back to their computers. Sad.

After temping I went to a job interview. Does it get any better than this? It was another interview where they brief me on the position and give me no time to respond and say how I can fulfill those duties. I don't understand why they repeatedly do this at galleries. So at the end I just said, "I know I can do everything you mentioned and am excited about the position." This was pretty much on my way out the door because they were in such a hurry.

I left the interview and walked to Times Square looking for a spot to stop in and cry because my eyes would not stop tearing up for some reason. So I wandered around for an hour. Then I called my friend Michelle who lives in the neighborhood. I asked if I could hang at her place for an hour. I did, and she gave me a foot rub! This was the highlight of my day thus far.

Anywho. Finally I ended up at Dinner at Vynl with my friend Alyssa. I arrived and she was all smiles. She took me to the back of the restaurant and sitting there was a group of my friends and they all started clapping for me. Surprise! I just started crying b/c none of them had called me that day and I felt so sad. It really cheered me up! If Alyssa hadn't done this for me it would have been a miserable day. So thank you to my friends for coming through on my "special" day. Click here if you'd like to read more about the dinner.

So. What should I have done? Called in sick and gone to the Bronx Zoo. One of my favorite spots in the city. Follow that up with a manicure/pedicure. That would have been great.

Interviews out the Whazoos

So I've had quite the amalgam of interviews lately. It's been rather overwhelming. But I'll give you a recap.

1. Tribal Art Gallery: They wanted me to sit alone in the back room and photograph every last piece of this 70-year-old's tribal art collection. Could be interesting? I asked if I would ever have interaction with collectors. The interviewer outrightly said, "No". I would have had to dig through 50 years of hand-written invoices to get the collection organized. They informed me that all the pieces had been "Demystified" by tribal priests. But I HIGHLY doubt that. There is no way every piece could be "clean." At the Museum of Natural History they have a room set aside simply for the burning of sage brush by Native Americans to protect against the potent spiritual power of having so many artifacts stored in one space.
When they asked if this job would interest me I tried to pretend like it would. But it was really hard. I felt like the job might have been a bit depressing.

2. Art Advisory: I interviewed for a position as office manager of an art advisory. In the interview she asked me such illegal/questionable questions as:

--Where do your parents live? (I had to tell her my dad was deceased which was rather awkward)
--What does your mother do for a living? What did your father do?
--How old are you?
--Since you went to BYU, are you Mormon?
--How much do they pay you at your current temp job?
I did not get a call-back on this job, which means this could be grounds for discrimination. Hmmmm....

3. An upper eastside gallery: I came in and 2 other people were there to interview at the same time and 2 more came in after me. It was a cattle call. And I had 10 minutes to talk myself up. I will say that it was a comfort to see that I looked the most put-together out of anyone there. I was beginning to worry that the lack of hiring had something to do with my appearance.

I didn't get the first 2 jobs and haven't heard on the last. I have to honestly admit that while it does hurt a little, I wasn't too excited about working at either place.

What I Should Have Said: Subway Encounter II

Since I moved to Queens my subway ride into work is a bit longer. And today I tragically forgot to bring a book. So I just closed my eyes and rested. I'm beginning to realize that I don't like the Subway very much. Today, 2 stops before I get off the train I dozed off a bit. Right before getting out of my seat to get off the train I opened my eyes and there was a bloated looking white man wearing a baseball cap leaning over me mouthing something without making any noise. Looking right at me. And I just gave him this, "What are you doing?" glance. And he backed away kind of guilty-like. How long was he doing this? And why didn't anyone tell me? There were 2 men right by me just looking at me to see my reaction. I tried to act like it didn't bother me. I HATE having any attention called to me on public transportation. Yet is happens alot. Man. What a weird way to start the day.

What I should have said, "What the 'h' do you think you are doing, Creep?"

Halloween Back-up

Back it up to Halloween. Like I said in a previous post, I'm a bit behind in alot of things. I wanted to post a "borrowed" picture from www.briggie.blogspot.com of my Halloween Costume. I went as Laura from Project Runway. I had the hardest time finding something to make me look pregnant. I went to about 10 stores on the way to my Halloween Party. I eventually had to crash a party at a random halloween party at a church and ask them to give me a balloon. I then had to untie and deflate it multiple times it so it would fit under my dress. It was a nerve-wracking experience. But I'm grateful to the ladies who gave me the balloon. I purposefully tried to look a little slouchy, but also commanding like Laura does. I TRIED.

What They Shouldn't Have Said . . .

Some of my friends sure are clever. In the last 2 weeks the following comments been made towards me (all by guys I may add):

1. So why haven't you found a job yet?
Because I haven't been able to find the right fit and because my field is competitive. I've had a lot of interviews, but there is always someone more qualified for the job.

2. At least I can hold a job. (This in reference to the fact that I left my insurance job of 2 years to pursue my DREAM job--something I often wonder if I should have done.)
I could have kept that job. I CHOSE to leave.

3. Oh yeah. I forgot you are unemployed. (This in reference to my choice to move to Queens because it is more affordable)
I am not unemployed. I am working. I just don't have a permanent job.

I admit that I can be overly sensitive. But I think people can also be overly INsensitive toward their lesser employed friends.

LESSON: Say things that will boost the confidence of your job-searching friends. Not chip away at their already fragile egos. Especially if you are making said comments in front of other people.

Catching Up

I took a brief hiatus from the blog due to an intensive search to find a cheaper apartment with a private room. Within my price range I found the following 2 rooms in midtown:

1. A room with a mother and daughter who are both activists trying to bring down the bush regime. They have lived in the apartment for 20 years. It was filled with plants and other items that looked like they hadn't been dusted in that time. The daughter told me their last roommate yelled at her for coming home too early while she and her boyfriend were doing Kama Sutra.

2. A room in an apartment with an older gentleman with dreadlocks from The Cayman Islands (he AND the dreadlocks are from Cayman--not just the dreadlocks). The room had no light. The place was dark. And he was a collector. Collector of dusty figurines and trophies. The room smelled of incense. Suspicious.

This experience caused me to broaden my horizons into Queens. I eventually found the perfect apartment at the last minute in Astoria off the NYU Housing List. My room is big, private and has lots of light. That's all I need really. My new roomie is Leejone. Hi Leejone!

So. I moved in 2 days ago. Hence, the brief pause from blogging. I also started a new temp assignment and went to 3 interviews last week. It was a CRAZY week. Hopefully I'll be back in the saddle soon enough.

Just in time for Halloween

A few months ago I had the pleasure of joining 4 people who I now consider friends on a trip to Upstate New York to film a horror movie. You can now see a trailer for the movie. It's called "Loon". Hopefully I'll have more details later on how you can see the full-length film.

I had a BLAST making this movie. It was nice to get away from the city and contribute to the creative process. Enjoy the trailer!

Here is a link to the trailer.

The Raconteurs in Exchange for Babysitting

A friend offered to trade me tickets to the Raconteurs (pronounced "Rock-on-tours") at the Roseland a few weeks ago in exchange for babysitting. Best trade ever! Jack White is trying to take low profile in this new band he put together. Yeah right! Man can he ever play guitar. I tried to get some shots of Jack White from afar. This is the best I could do.



My favorite part of the evening was their rendition of Bang Bang. This song is originally by Sonny and Cher. But the best version is by Nancy Sinatra. Anyway. There is nothing like hearing Jack White screeching "bang bang" followed by the bass drum richocheting throughout the theater and a single white light blaring blindingly into the crowd from on stage. Click on the link above to watch it on You Tube. He gets really shrill further into the song. Only Jacky boy could pull it off. This is rock and roll at its finest. Lots of people can play guitar. But Jack REALLY plays guitar.

What I Wish I'd Seen: The Science of Sleep at Deitch Projects

I DID have the opportunity to see the imaginative and delightful film, "The Science of Sleep." Oddly enough, I related well to this film despite its weirdness (perhaps I am revealing too much about myself--like that I'm weird). Relationships can be sort of fantastical in the beginning stages. I have always loved/hated the awkwardness in determining if a "friend" is interested, or is just being neighborly and vice versa (i.e., I can't figure out if I'm really interested in the friend). I thought the film captured this confusing terrain perfectly in its haphazard manner. The rational side of me wanted to tell Stephanie to run RUN from the kookie artist Stephane. But the romantic side wanted to see them together because their fantasies and imaginations coincided so well. And that is rare. Now if only they could get along so well in reality. But what is real? Deep stuff.

ANYWAY...I'm sad that I missed the exhibit at Deitch Projects featuring some of the art in the film. It is rare to see a film that IS art while also featuring art in the process. So. For those of you who missed this show like me, you can look at photos in retrospect (see link below). I continue to see recreations of the scenery of the movie, but never the actual thing. Maybe seeing it in real life would take away some of the magic. So for your viewing pleasure, I give you THE SCIENCE OF SLEEP: an exhibition of sculpture and creepy pathological gifts at Deitch Projects (one of my all-time favorite galleries).

I will say that I hadn't actually seen the movie while this show was up, so I wouldn't have appreciated it as much anyway.

Also...See the movie if you haven't!

What I Should Have Said: Subway Encounter

I like Subway (the restaurant, not mass transit). I am not ashamed to admit it because my friend Lisa who has lived here 5 years said she likes it. It's cheap. Good. Healthy.

There is one Subway in Columbus Circle that I like because they have banana peppers and the restaurant is clean. There is always one guy behind the counter who likes to chat me up. Once after Yoga I was wearing scrubs and he asked if I was in Med School.

So ANYWAY...Here is how the conversation went with him last time. I came in. I was just waiting for him to say something. He had that look in his eye. He asked, "Do you have a sister?" I said, "Yes. But she doesn't live here." He said, "Is she as pretty as you? I swear you have a sister. Are you sure you don't have a sister?" I just said, "Nope". Then he looked at me and said, "You don't usually wear glasses do you?" At this point the woman who worked there was looking at him like she was annoyed and then he apologized.

Man. Is this guy observant or what? I actually had no idea how to respond to this. I considered if I should flirt back. But I actually wasn't sure if he was flirting because he was kind of subversive about it. I also wondered if I could date a guy who works at Subway. This is what went through my mind. I considered if I would be ashamed to introduce him to people. This is the harsh truth.

I am at a loss about what I should have said instead of, "Nope." I could have been mean and said, "Do you have a brother who has a REAL job?" That's so mean! Why did I think that. I would never say that. Who am I to talk? I'm currently temping.

Any ideas on what I should have said? Sandwiches could provide a lot of suggestive comebacks which I won't get into right now.

A Day on the "Farm"

A family from church was kind enough to let a group of us visit their "farm" somewhere in Upstate New York (I honestly have no idea where we were). The reason I write "farm" is because it was more like an ESTATE. 350 acres! After having lived in tiny, city apartments for 5 years I cannot even fathom what it would be like to own that much SPACE. About 40 of us loaded into 3 vans and headed 2 hours north of NYC. Here I am with Lisa and Mark in the van.



They have a beautiful home in the Hudson River Valley.



And a pool house . . .



And a buck's head . . .



I didn't include pictures of the tennis court. Which was my favorite part of the day. I'd forgotten how much I LOVE tennis. Overall, I have to say that this experience led me to feel a little like Elizabeth from Pride & Prejudice. I started to question what I would have to offer an eligible young man in a family with 350 acres. Dowry? Title? Not really. But I do have a great personality. Which is worth more than millions. Right?

What I Should Have Said: An Interview Post-Mortem

One of the interviewers from one of the many jobs I interviewed for and did not get kindly agreed to meet with me at 8A.M. yesterday to discuss what I should have said. Here is the advice she gave me:

1. Sit-up straight--it exudes confidence ( I happened to be slouching at that very moment).
2. Tell them about my skills in terms of how I will be able to help their business. In other words, turn it back on them.
3. Give myself a pep-talk. Think, "I am the next Mary Boone." Act confident but not arrogant.
4. Look them in the eye (she said I don't have a problem with this).
5. Smile (apparently I DO have a problem with this).
6. Wear lipstick.
7. Wear a power suit (this will help me feel confident).
8. Wear my hair in a bun.

A lot of this is very similar to the dating advice my mom gives me. Mom was right. I am a bit slouchy. But I'm getting better.

I did implement this advice in an interview at a gallery, and I feel that it went very well. I'll keep you posted.

A Brief Lesson in Lower East Side Graffiti

This is a work by ANERA one of the 9 members of the Endless Love Crew. This group is devoted to beautifying city streets through art. Much of graffiti in Manhattan is this "poster" style now because it takes alot less time to put up, which means the artists are less likely to be arrested. Spray paint is alot more detailed and increases the risk of arrest. Many, if not most of these artists, have a police record.



This is by another Endless Love Crew artist called Gore-B.



And here are a few more pics for your viewing pleasure. I haven't researched these artists yet. Maybe you can find some clues. Graffiti is like a puzzle. The artists usually give you hidden clues about who they are, and they also communicate back and forth with each other through their art.



UPDATE: This skateboarder is by WK Interact. Thanks to Abe Lincoln Jr. for the update.





UPDATE: The smiley guy is by Borf.

My Thesis DOES Matter

Wow. This is a big deal for me. So I googled my name only to discover that my thesis is mentioned in the "In The News" section on PicassoMio. It is one of the sites I mentioned in my thesis called, "The Online Art Market: Maximizing the Potential of Web Sites to Market and Grow Art Galleries." Check it out by clicking HERE! You will have to scroll down the page a bit.

This is a proud moment for me. I had no idea my thesis was "acclaimed".

I like PicassoMio because it gives the user alot of options to help determine what an art work might actually look like on the wall if bought. It may or may not make a difference. But it shows that they are making every effort to accommodate the user. And that is what I think a Web site should be all about. Focus on the AUDIENCE! That is the overall message of my thesis--in a nutshell.

What I Should Have Said: MoMA Interview

So I interviewed at the Museum of Modern Art for a job this last Tuesday. There were alot of things I wish I had said differently. But one comment particularly comes to mind.

Interviewer: Why MoMA?
Me: Because it's MoMA!

What I should have said---

Interviewer: Why MoMA?
Me: Well. MoMA is THE definition of Modern and Contemporary Art. Since the 1930's MoMA has defined art before it becomes art history--as it is still living and breathing. It sets the standard for all Art Museums to follow. The growth of the Museum since the move to 53rd street alone exemplifies the importance of MoMA in New York City. I would be honored to one day say that I played a minor part in spreading the message of MoMA to the world.

Or something to that effect. What else should I have said? Any ideas?

Adventures on the Lower East Side

Say hello to my friends Jason & Melanie. We decided to attend a free concert last saturday put on by the East River Music Project at the East Side Ampitheatre. Who knew there was such a nice respite on the East River? J&M are very adventurous when it comes to finding new music and restaurants in the city. That is a rare quality. Be sure to visit Jason's Web site at www.jasonvanorden.com.

This is the venue. The buildings you see are on the opposite side of the river. That's Brooklyn! I wish I had known about these concerts at the beginning of the summer. As you can see, the crowd was sparse which made it ideal.

This was the first band, and by far my favorite. They are called The End of the World.

This is the small hipster fan base of The End of the World.


It looks like this guy is ROCKIN out. The irony is, that this is one of the most mellow bands I've ever heard. And I've seen some mellow bands..

Love as Laughter is their name. And they varied between 7 and 10 band members, when the most they really needed for this was probably 4. They had TWO tamborine players. What's up with that? I think they just invited their friends to join in. Which reminds me of The Flaming Lips who have an entire entourage of people in animal costumes on stage with them.



I love this building! It's just being built on the Lower East Side. What is it? Residence? Business? Does anyone know? The windows consist of several shades of blue (my favorite). I also love the unorthodox shape.

UPDATE: This building is called Blue. Thanks Brigham for the info. It is hard to look at the Web site because it makes me extremely covetous. Could living in such a place actually make a person happier? I would have to say yes. Unfortunately, I wouldn't know.

We ended our day at Katz Deli. They are famous for their Reuben Sandwich. I wouldn't recommend it if you don't like meat. The fries were excellent. You have to stand in line and order your sandwich at the counter and then go to another counter for fries and drinks. Best of all, the pickles are FREE! Don't lose the ticket they hand you when you walk in, or you'll be charged a fee upon leaving.