Last week, I attended a dinner for my friend Sarah’s show at Allegra LaViola Gallery. I was so inspired by the New Wave-esque beauties she painted that after dinner, I smoked a gold-tipped pink cigarette. By smoked, I mean put it to my mouth, and pretended to inhale.
Sarah, who is quite gorgeous herself, is one of those girls who really appreciates beauty in other women without jealousy, desire, or yearning. The exhibition feels like pillow talk between the subjects and the viewers, who are given access to creatures beautiful beyond imagination, at very close range.
Go see it if you’re downtown, and then eat pulled noodles on one of the side streets nearby. Chinatown is the new place to be in the art world. And Allegra’s gallery is at the center of the maelstrom.
