May 24, 2012
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Liz Magic Laser at the Party in the Garden benefit. A real artist amid the sea of socialites dressed like tarts seeking husbands - some of the dumbest people I’ve ever encountered. Whenever I told someone I live in Red Hook, they just kind of looked at me blankly, balancing on their stilettos. One girl who thought Red Hook was a shipping facility in Long Island City gets a star for at least knowing it’s somewhere in the outer boroughs. 
Then there was Santigold and Solange Knowles DJing, and Chuck Close, chilling in his massive tanker of a wheelchair. So weird. But with all that open bar, nonetheless so fun!

Liz Magic Laser at the Party in the Garden benefit. A real artist amid the sea of socialites dressed like tarts seeking husbands - some of the dumbest people I’ve ever encountered. Whenever I told someone I live in Red Hook, they just kind of looked at me blankly, balancing on their stilettos. One girl who thought Red Hook was a shipping facility in Long Island City gets a star for at least knowing it’s somewhere in the outer boroughs. 

Then there was Santigold and Solange Knowles DJing, and Chuck Close, chilling in his massive tanker of a wheelchair. So weird. But with all that open bar, nonetheless so fun!

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David Everitt Howe is a Brooklyn-based writer and curator who hails from the Deep South, but can barely manage a mountain drawl. He writes primarily on contemporary art, culture, and technology for ArtReview, Modern Painters, frieze, Afterall, and Mousse, among other publications. He's also a contributing editor for ArtReview and a shadow grant writer for art non-profits Participant Inc and Pioneer Works. He spent his last year in grad school at Columbia poring over critical texts on relational art, fashion, and shopping, which, when he has the means, does in abundance. This makes him a somewhat paradoxical Marxist. Subscribe via RSS.