It's raining cats and dogs here in the city (hence why there's no action at the U.S. Open), so Scooter, Russell and I braved the torrential downpour to check out the Larry Rivers exhibition uptown at the Tibor de Nagy Gallery. While critics turned on him after his promising mid-century heyday, this show focuses on his celebrated work of the 1950s and '60s, and I couldn't get enough.
Afterward, we ran across the street for coffee at Trump Tower. I can still remember how glamourous it all seemed when I first went there in the mid-'80s with my friends Greg and Nina and my brother Terence. (Wow, everyone's so rich!) Viewed now, it's like a museum of '80s Excess, so of course we loved every second of it ...
Afterward, we ran across the street for coffee at Trump Tower. I can still remember how glamourous it all seemed when I first went there in the mid-'80s with my friends Greg and Nina and my brother Terence. (Wow, everyone's so rich!) Viewed now, it's like a museum of '80s Excess, so of course we loved every second of it ...
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