I woke up at 7.30 rain pouring down, with a terrible cold that I hope is not the swine-flu but the mix aircondition-30 degree sunshine that I lived the last week. Well, a lot of work, talking to lawyers, printing shirts answering interviews and e-mails. Productive though.Went to see some art by Paolo Stagnaro in a small gallery in Chinatown. The artist himself was a part of the photo-exhibition and danced all night long in a small both. And you could watch him through a hole.
I'm an artist.
A lot of italians around. So we went to Destefanos for some italian food. Good steaks and deliscious wine. Incredible collection of old photographs and film-posters, everything about Brooklyn and italian immigrants. The owner was there and he had a strong accent but I don't think he spoke any italian. Made me think of The Godfather, Sopranos and all that stuff.
