Running into people

Last night I went to Elinor's opening in Chelsea. A block from the gallery, I ran into Matt. He works on the upper west side, but his office had just gone bowling at Chelsea piers. I hadn't seen him in a while and we stopped to chat before going our separate ways.

Elinor's show, which documented her other profession as a Middle East dancer, was fantastic. Half of the photos were taken with a Horizon panoramic camera, which offered dramatic compositions which seemed to take up one's entire field of vision. Her prints, which she makes herself, were detailed and rich. I talked to Eran, met their twin children, bought a book, and ran into Teresa. I had mentioned the show to her earlier but she was noncommital. She was doing the rounds, on her way to Liu Zheng''s show at the Yossi Milo Gallery (later she would tell me it was full of hipsters and very few Chinese people). I told Eran I'd call him next week. I seem to only see them whenever Elinor has a new show.

I walked to Irving Place to meet Yasmin. She was having drinks for her birthday. I met her friends and we chatted about publishing, travelling in Southeast Asia, and retirement communities. I left around nine-thirty. I was supposed to go to Williamsburg, but it was getting late and the night was too nice to go underground. And I had some work to do. I walked home.

En route I ran into Sabah. She said we always seem to run into each other at 11 pm on our way back from drinks. We talked about the healing power of yoga and eating what we wanted. She was starving and so we parted ways at the Morton Williams. She wanted to get food.

Back at home I looked out the window to see the moon still low on the horizon, looking as big as I had ever seen it. I poured a glass of water, then went to my desk and sat down. I didn't get up until late. Posted by eku at June 24, 2005 11:32 AM