This little gallery on Henry Street in Chinatown is the first gallery in the world to focus on olfactory art. (it used to be the only one but another apparently opened in Korea I think).
full disclosure: I have a show up there in collab with artist Sean Raspet (open til dec 21) but they do lots of really great shows.
Having a permanent Marguerite Wibaux sculpture installation on top of my stove with Mara Catalan, Dada Shikako, and Locker Room prints as a backdrop is so much chicer than using one’s oven to store shoes.
Beautiful glass pieces, vintage furniture and lighting ranging from the 1800s to modern day. I love how the exhibit was curated & general flow of the room. Really one of the better openings I’ve attended!
My old neighbor hot wired the washing machine in my buildings laundry room 10 years ago so instead of paying 2$ I just tap two wires together 8 times. Havent paid for laundry since.
Nic cage acting like a broken John travolta. John travolta pretending to be Nic cage at his most batshit. A huge budget for John Woo to blow up all kinds of shit, pre-cgi. A script that defies logic. A sci-fi prison called Erewhon with mag boots. 1997 was a good year for movies.
