I suppose it has taken me this long to write about this night, because I wasn't sure how to relay the heavy wave of emotions. After an exhausting week installing artwork and Friday night art show in Hollywood, Saturday seemed to come swiftly like a blur. My poor pal from Ohio had no idea when she came to town for a pleasant vacation what was in store for her. The entire day full of anticipation about how it would all go down. I was a wreck.
Something about knowing that this would be the last art opening in the space seemed sad. I found myself reminiscing the past parties, the familiar faces, the crazy art shows, the funny moments, the old block...
I was wondering what would be the tipping point for the tears. What moment would it become real to me? I compared it to that feeling where you hear about a death but it doesn't sink in right away.
From the minute I walked downstairs the momentum was overwhelming, people from the early days, the first shows, the designers- the artists pouring in the front door all there to say goodbye to the little shop with odd hours. I couldn't believe all the people who brought surprise gifts, flowers and told stories of the shop.
The Apparel New retail editor let me know that we were featured on the front page of the website. You can read it here