Allegedly true story: Richard Avedon sits in his studio, looks through some contact sheets. Someone comes in, asks, “will you join us tonight at the opening of the new […] show?” Avedon doesn’t even look up, says, “No, thanks, I’m only interested in my own work.”
I understand that attitude is not en vogue today. Still, I feel there are few things more liberating than to skip yet another Chelsea opening night at the last minute, and rather take a walk in the park. Like back in the day when you skipped school, went to a café instead, and found half a dozen of your classmates there.
These cones from Central Park East, at the entrance somewhere around 100th Street.