Untitled Necklace Installation Piece
We heard this chick sing on a rooftop in the East Village. The sun was setting, and you could see the whole East side lit up, and her voice was, well, listen for yourself…
But this evening quickly devolved into into something far less meaningful than a truly gifted singer and songwriter who honored us with her gorgeous voice….this evening became:
The Untitled Necklace Installation Piece
Backstory: I bought a two dollar necklace at a Philly thrift store for Emily. Fake pearls woven with black rubber bangle bracelets, kind of 80′s kitsch, but ulitmately, just kinda hideous. So Emily put it in a box of cold leftover Indian food:
Which somehow led the creation of a modern art installation at 7B (the scene of many lost nights in our early twenties, a never forgotten encounter with heartthrob Matt Dillon when he was still in movies, and an establishment that has never lost its sleazy charm):
The locals were very appreciative of Emily's work
The Untitled Necklace Installation Project was then moved outside:
Where it began to gather a fanbase:
honestly, we have no idea who this chick could possibly be or how she got in the picture. but real art does not discriminate, so we welcomed her participation in Untitled Necklace Installation Project.
The regulars were friendly:
Shirtless Guy: Hey, you got a dollar? I just wanna buy a forty. I gotta hurry, man. My chick is napping by that fire hydrant so I don't want to leave her for too long.
The locals, eager to participate in this revolutionary work, were willing to share some art of their own:
when queried about this particular tat (FRIENDS SUCK), I was told he got it a few years ago “’cause on that night my friends really sucked”
Some found more interest in the box of cold Indian food than the necklace itself, but that kind of unique reaction is to be expected when considering the scope and magnitude of an undertaking such as Untitled Necklace Installation Project :
But, in the end, the art spoke for itself.
That is…until several participants were threatened with police intervention if they continued to participate in this piece (or, I guess, continued hang out in front of the bar drinking whiskey out of a paper bag.) So, at this point, the project became political in nature.
Bar manager: You need to get the hell outta here, Bob. I told you before. I’m gonna call the police again.
Bob: Don’t stifle my art, man. This is about the work. (okay, not really. more like drunken incoherent rambling.)
we still had our supporters on the inside
In the end, while waiting for the police to arrive, I was graced with an impromptu improvised musical piece, which I actually found really moving (not being silly here… just one moment of seriousness. He’s good, right?):
And then THE MAN showed up, and everyone had to disappear into the night before facing unfortunate legal repercussions for their participation in Untitled Necklace Installation Piece, which was fine, because at that point it had run its natural course and the last thing I wanted was for us to be redundant or derogatory of what was, for one brief shining moment, great fucking art.
And with that, the necklace was gone…it evaporated into the great expanse of the Lower East side, probably never to be seen again:
and i hope he gave it to some hot chick and earned some brownie points and/or scored some booty
THE END
