Ran into a friend while walking leo and ponyo and told her the story of John and Yoko meeting at the Indica gallery and how john fell in love with her after climbing a ladder to read the word: “YES”
He went on to say, “If it had said no, or fuck you, or something like that, we never would have started talking.”
I find it all very Molly Bloom. The lady has a dog named monkey… which I also love.
Trying to “restore” my dad’s old Front Woods Frame sculpture; from the late sixties/ early 70’s about… back when Concrete puplic sculpture was all the rage, or about to be. I think my dad was still working at an add agency in Manhattan commuting by silver Mustang and he made these projects on the weekend. Now they are cracked and chipping… tomorrow they should look a little cleaner. They get a sort of WWII bunker look in their cleaned state… which I rather fancy, but I know my mother won’t… nor would the artist perhaps? Mash up of John and Brian rare takes.
