Friday afternoon I went over to Cooper Union to meet Bryant. We were going to go check out Brian Drury's (who's artistic talents were previously features in this post) Senior Show. On my way over to Cooper I ran into Tina, who was going to meet up with Lexia to check out the show, too. And then Tom came over with Bryant for the show. So coincidence piles on coincidence and all of a sudden there was a whole bunch of us.
Like I just said, before finding Bryant, I ran into Tina.
While small, traditional landscapes made up much of Brian's show . . .
The undisputed centerpiece was this portrait of Jeff Rasmussen.
Which Lexia can be seen imitating here.
I just can't get over how amazing this painting of Jeff was/is. Please, click here to see a close-up of Jeff's face (make sure to click the image to see it as big as possible.) (If I had it in me, I'd link to some previous posts featuring Jeff so that you could marvel at the photographic quality of this painting, but I don't have it in me right now)
Cooper Union also featured very homey and comfortable seating areas.
Look how homey and comfortable everyone was getting. (Everyone = Lexia & Tom)
Numerous hours later, I went to eat some of the only decent Mexican in the city with Amber. After dinner, we came across the new painting of Pope John Paul II on Houston at Avenue B (they painted over the Celia Cruz portrait). I was going to take Amber's picture in front of it, but a friendly intoxicated gentleman offered to take a picture of the two of us. As he knew I was trusting him with my camera, he let me hold his wallet until I got my camera back (just look at my right hand). What a nice drunk.
Then, amazingly, I saw my second Ferrari Scaglietti in two days. This one was parked on 2nd Street between 1st and A. Am I a little naive, or can I be surprised to see a brand new, $250,000+ car parked in the East Village across the street from public housing?
We went over to CBGBs to check out Locksley. They're a local band that plays early-Beatles style rock. I don't have a problem with that, but if I were in Locksley, we'd be a little more rambunctious.
Half-way through the set, someone accidentally turned on the house lights over the stage.
I think the Locksley singer could be a Mulcock.
After Locksley we stuck around for this other band. I don't remember their name, and I don't feel like looking it up. That should sum up how I felt about them. Don't be deceived by how things may appear in this photo, the band was not awesome.
Howerver, their Animal-istic drummer reminded me of Wiggles Martini, and the fact that I couldn't take any non-blurry pictures of him attests to this.