Saturday, December 8, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
I really liked Spring Street studio. It's a disorienting descent from the hubbub of Soho's shoppers, down a flight of filthy orange stairs, and into a studio featuring a disrobed woman and a dozen or so devotees to the human form. It's cluttered and cozy and frequented mostly by old drawing-curmudgeons.
It's nice to know there are spaces in New York City purely preserved for observation, while incessant pedestrian footfalls patter overhead, and trains rumble underfoot. I aim to become as familiar there as piece of the battered furniture.
|The tilt of this pose reminded me of the Johnnie Walker logo.|