i lived in nyc for the month of august in 1988 while i subbed for the director of our sister gallery in soho–sonnabend and castelli were just around the corner; this then before the gallery exodus to chelsea (where next, don’t you wonder?) i stayed in a studio apartment in the 60s between lexington and park and took the subway to work everyday. m. came out for a week and we had some great adventures. i learned a lot about talking to new yorkers (they’re tough on the outside and pretty mushy on the inside…you just need to stand up to them and not let them push you around and everything will be just fine after that.)
this photo is not from then, more likely it’s 1976 or ’77. it’s a westside photo, probably in the mid-70s between columbus and central park west, i can’t tell if i’m facing east or west and it appears to be either early in the day or as the sun is setting, it looks like a winter day and the colors are the ones that i always see new york in when i’m there, even in the summer. i don’t know why i’ve held onto it for so long, it could be that it reminds me of my trips to new york during the ’70s and how i thought i was having fun, when it would have been obvious to any stranger looking at me that i was not.
the car in the right foreground reminds me that i do not look good in mustard yellow or any yellow for that matter, although there are times when i wish i could wear it–when i see a particularly interesting shirt or scarf or jacket, but it only comes in mustard or bright yellow–i have to walk away.