The Eggleston opening was the last stop on an around-the-world tour that began at the Whitney a couple of years ago. I took my college friend Smith -- here we are with two people from LACMA.
I spent the day in Venice Beach, which I love. It feels like, in the words of art critic Dave Hickey writing about Las Vegas, like one of the new indigenous landscapes in America. It's kooky and quirky. I loved this window display of endless cakestands:
I had intended to fly back to New York very early to make it to the opening of Emma Spertus' first show at White Columns, but I just couldn't get on a plane without rest. (Emma's blog and Emma's website.) On the way home, Smith took me by Jerry's Deli to get the chicken noodle matzo ball soup his girlfriend always wants when she is sick. (Let me say, his girlfriend knows what she's talking about -- I felt noticeably better, then spent a week pining for LA matzo ball soup back in New York.)
Here is Venice Beach:
I finally recovered from being sick, thanks to Dr. Guy Lin, a great, inordinately kind ENT. (If you ever need an ENT in New York, I sincerely recommend.)
And then it was time to head to California again for residency 4. I stayed at Emma's. Here is her housemate Mark, master of sewing very cool messenger bags I'd post a picture of here except I'd hate for anyone to borrow his designs.
In Economics class, we had our first guest speaker, Eric, who heads executive compensation at Google.
Then Peter and I stopped in ProofLab, a surf shop owned by my teaching assistant Will. Spoiler alert: if I have not finished my Christmas shopping by next residency, I will be getting everyone gifts there. Will has a lot of these quilted button-downs I think could phase nicely into my brother's wardrobe.
Here's the family portrait of Peter and Jeanne and kids:
The more I look at it, the less I understand.