Clean room with desk, cactus, iMac. Nothing is ever wrong when you burn your blog and walk away.
Seating areas and espresso machine with display area lit by fluorescents showing 3-5 recent, major works. Material samples cabinet in a reinforced stainless steel travel case. Spare containers forming a space within a space.
I'm wearing Allsaint's Toxic Pipe Black jeans that have been washed only twice and perfectly faded. My white shirt (same label) is untucked but in a good way. Although I have a clean, never worn version of these Adidas 3.0's in black/white with silver details I'm in the wrecked ones for that extra bit of authenticity.
Banks of servers flank us with twin titanium diode, Chrome encoded antennas emitting infinite wifi. Thunderbolt connected cinema screen playing slideshow of IDOL THREAT over and over until she touches the iPad to halt it and move in something that looks off.
She's in a Balenciaga metallic bi-color jacket that fits and distressed, no label drop crotch harem jeans with smart, Giuseppe Zanotti combo wedge sneakers. Her iPhone case is a dull pink gem saying, "I work."
This will be the last time we see each other until the next season after the previews but before the auctions. In two weeks, after she gets back from Tel Aviv and to see her brother at Frieze; our new piece will be at her apt on the UES.
Although I always go for chrome with “EMPIRE” she insisted on the metallic green flake with clear coat.
After all, it's a collaboration.