I didn’t head uptown to the studio today.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Instead, I performed a set of tedious renders on my ninth video for my “Casual Cruelties” series.
My day started with an early walk and then I returned home to begin editing the video. It’s often difficult to alter the videos using computer generated graphics. I often find myself having to go frame by frame to erase small imperfections or add new elements. Happily, once I figure out the correct way to do a task, I can then process a number of files in a batch and tend to other business.
I walked down Elizabeth Street and had lunch at Lovely Day restaurant with a small hope that I would also find my Perfect Brown Leather Jacket. After my meal, I wandered into a store called Roots, which is based in Canada. They had a forty-percent-off-outerwear sale and I figured that a leather jacket might be available. I was greeted by a friendly and sincere sales woman. I was especially appreciative of the fact that she took her time with me and treated me as if I could be a potential customer, which, in this case, I was. I asked if the store had any brown leather jackets and she led me to a jacket with a style and color for which I immediately had an affinity.
The jacket was tan and nearly identical in silhouette to my favorite black leather jacket. I looked at the price tag and noted that, although still expensive, the price was much less that some of the other attractive jackets I’ve seen. I left the store with an avowed interest in the piece and thought about my options while walking home. I wondered if I would be able to bargain with the store. Could I bring cash and ask for a significant discount?
I returned to the store after going home and thinking about it. The woman I had originally met was not available, but another worked recognized and welcomed me. She led me back to the jacket and, like her predecessor, helped me into it. I was pleased with everything about the jacket, except the price. Still, I resolved to buy it, because who knows when I’d see another jacket like it. I took the piece to the counter and asked if I could get a discount and the sales woman apologetically said no. That was fine.
When the tag was run under the register laser, however, the price was significantly less than what was printed on the tag. To be sure that they hadn’t made an error, I confirmed the price with them and they didn’t protest. Great! I got a great jacket for about two hundred dollars less than I had expected.
I took the jacket home and prepared to head uptown to the Studio Museum. I was upset to find out that the opening that I had originally planned to attend was the night before. Since it was my Group Critique Wednesday, I couldn’t have gone, anyway, but I was annoyed that the party at the museum noted that the opening was this night instead of last.
I met a fellow Columbia student, and she accompanied me to the show. There were a number of interesting exhibitions in the space, this time, including a show of works from the 1970s. It was interesting to me that so much of the work was painting, which, if you believe the general narrative regarding the art of that time, was out of vogue in favor of performance, installation and media art.
After the Studio Museum, my colleague and I traveled to East 78th street to a place called the Half Gallery for a show of one of my Faculty Studio instructors. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in attendance, but it was fine to go to such an interesting space to see art. It was an Upper East side townhouse with a narrow spiral staircase ascending through the building.