What I Should Have Said: Awkward Encounter at Church

So I went to church on Sunday and I attend a congregation made up entirely of singles. Every week I have several awkward and uncomfortable encounters. Some amusing. Some downright painful. Argh!

This Sunday I was talking with my cousin and her friends when a guy comes up and interupts and starts calling me some name like, "Heather." Whoever she was, her name was on a piece of paper and he had to conduct business with her of some kind. Now mind you. I have had full on conversations with this guy 4 times before. Although perhaps I never told him my name. But it was obvious he had no recollection of ever having talked to me. It wasn't just that he didn't know my name, but he didn't remember who I was. The conversation then went as follows:

Are you talking to me?
Yes.
I'm Brooke. Not Heather.
Really? I thought you were Heather (he had the most confused look on his face--like when he thinks he is right and i just have to be wrong. He had business to conduct with whomever Heather was).
No. I'm Brooke. But that's okay.
I'm sorry. I got confused. I thought you were Heather.

He was obviously kind of embarassed at this point. Blushing a bit. I was blushing a bit too. So I thought he would take the out. But he keeps talking to me and is like, "Are you new?" I just said that I was visiting and I actually live in Queens. And he kept trying to talk to me and I just turned back to my previous conversation.

Now. I know it is hard to remember girls when there are SO MANY of them and so few guys. But I have to admit that this did kind of hurt my feelings. And I know I shouldn't take it personally and blah blah blah. But it is kind of sad to think you can talk to someone 4 times and think you are having a significant conversation and they don't remember you.

What I should have said: "Yeah. Actually we've met 4 times."

I can't be too harsh, because I once asked a girl about herself and she told me that she'd already told me that. But she only had to tell me twice. So there. And I once called a kid Phillip for 2-3 weeks until he told me his name is Nicolas. So. I guess I can't blame the guy. Bless his heart.

Picture of My Boss At the Armory

This article just came out in Art Info with a picture of my boss. Take a look...

http://www.artinfo.com/News/Article.aspx?a=28323

The Armory Show

As many of you may know, the Armory Show is one of the most important Art Fairs in the World. It's been around since the 1930's. Of course it is alot different now. Now it is a huge pier filled with booths set up by the most successful contemporary galleries. Here is a picture of just one of the hallways.



The gallery where I work had a booth at the fair. This is it . . .



You'll notice the Prada Bag in front. It is by an artist named Jonathan Seliger. It is actually made of bronze. The circular metal sculpture is by Subodh Gupta from India. And the large piece on the back wall is hundreds of bottle caps weaved together with metal by El Anatsui from Nigeria.


Here are some of my favorites from the show. What a person picks out of thousands of pieces of art says something about them I suppose. I would go into a discussion about each piece. But who has time for that?

I love the nostalgic, japanimation-inspired art. Anything cute. These are 2 works by Mr. at Lehmin Maupin Gallery (I interviewed here).





This is an amusing reference to pop culture in the Paul Kasmin Gallery booth. Sound familiar? Think Dirty Dancing.



Folkert De Jong is an artist whose work I discovered in Los Angeles about 2 years. It is made out of synthetics like foam. These characters are lifesize.





I like this one because she is in the yoga bridge pose. It was painted on the wall. It says something about the politics of the mapping of the female body etc. etc.



This is the painter Ryan McGinness. I've been following him since I moved here. He is with Deitch Projects. Although I must say I really was disappointed with their booth this year. The first Armory show I went to they were selling yummy cupcakes.



And I was really hungry as I walked around. So here is some food art.





Here is the garbage truck that some poor soul had to somehow get into this huge hall.





And finally. This is a wood sculpture currently showing in our gallery by Claudette Schreuders. I like to think of her as my twin.

Sweet Sweet Roll Vindication

So remember the story about how I lost a sticky bun somewhere in the city? Well. I went to Amy's Bread last night because I've been craving a sticky bun since I lost one a few weeks ago. I told them the sad story about how I was lying in bed that night and suddenly remembered that I had a sticky bun. So I got out of bed to put it in the fridge. Searching through my bag I sadly realized I'd lost it on the way home. $2.50 down the drain. So Amy's Bread gave me TWO sticky buns last night. How great is that? One was free of course. One for me and one for my friend. New York City ain't so bad.