He’d been thinking and that always spells trouble. But when he finally made the request to stop by the park, it wasn’t surprising to spend outrageous amounts of time ambling about the aesthetically sun-drenched afternoon. Somehow, I disregarded the actual destination, though the random drive-by and screaming sculptures beckoned my ubiquitous love child camera, despite my blighted feet tracking through clumps of dingy soil. The radically unexpected backdrop that persistently changes just couldn’t be ignored. It would be some unspoken offense, I’m thinking. And after the resurrection of several obscured pieces in the nadir of a well-discussed sickly closet, my analysis of this outfit that debuted in One More Wont Hurt is self-explanatory with these Steve Madden savage kicks.
Offsetting pearls against this tweedy relic vest, the fantastically long buttoned-down Henley, and tatty shorts that used to be crisp and fashion uncontaminated… until I wrangled them with fierce beatings and pair of uber-sharp scissors the size of a meat cleaver= love it.
Hands-down the coolest sculpture to date was, The Eye.
I had the strangest feeling we were being watched...
And I couldn't resist posing while giving my best-worst evil eye impression...
'Follia d'amore', my pearl embellished lover's eye for 'Ode to the Cherished', the farewell exhibition on view at Hudson Hughes Gallery 💜
So happy to be part of this final show. Please visit hudsonhughesgallery.com for purchase inquiries.