TriBeCa by dusk.
Which was actually very Helpful to decompress. If you know what we mean, darlings.
We confessed that we don’t possess artistic language beyond Fragonard at The Wallace.
But thestemist , aka Greg, was kind.
He knows we are into chandeliers.
And crystal water features like this one at the trump soho.
But there was something tranquil about greg’s work. Like an afternoon with a ticking carriage clock and the grandfather Swedish tall one chimes cheerily next to the barometer as tea is brought out from the kitchen on a trolley with bourbon biscuits on Thursdays as a Special Treat.
And Quite different from martyn thompson who is exploring new horizons with falling glitter, cut outs and a pulsing Grace Jones soundtrack.
Very glam. In a Bowie, stardust, Roxy Music, Leigh Bowery way.
And it’s only Tuesday.