Hidden Rooms

Whitney and I went out to some galleries today, mostly because I wanted to see the Damien Hirst show at Gagosian.

We returned on 22nd street and saw a neon sign "The Boy From Mars" at Friedrich Petzel. Inside, besides the reception desk, there appeared to be very little besides a book case. To our great suprise, the shelf twisted away to reveal an entrance to a dark gallery where the video was shown in yet another room. We weren't as capitivated by the film as we were with the secret passage way, but they were giving copies away on oxidation protected disks. This means we have 48 hours to watch the DVD until it is no longer readable, so we can reconsider.

Then we got in trouble with some corn. Then we went home. If you want the details, ask, but let's just say I've had a lot of contact with corn this week.