Max Ernst: “Rendezvous of Friends - The Friends Become Flowers,” 1928
I may or may not be incredibly cracked out and drinking coffee at work and trying really hard to stay on top of my shit today, but I just wanted to publicly acknowledge how badass the last five days of my life were. My friend Mike “Mijex” Moya gave up his bed so me and Dan didn’t have to sleep on the floor. I met and then subsequently spent all day with Meredith and she waited for me in Uniqlo and also creeped (crept?) around the “Warby Parker store” (scare quotes: it is an office and we went in without an appointment and there was only one woman there with headphones on so we left while we could still leave). I met Dan’s friends who I felt I already knew because I already knew their talents (GianCarlo, Kendra, Sasha (and his Tami Taylor-esque life partner), Ken, Matthew if you’re looking for some badass people to follow on twitter). We saw my old friends from Ithaca — Perry let me eat all her homemade pickles, literally by the handful — and Emily got us into museums for free. Seeing Dan geek out over Frances Bacon and DEINONYCHUS and everything else was worth the dark circles under my eyes right now.
What I am saying is this Max Ernst painting pretty much sums up my feelings on the matter.
Love you guys.
