Remember that exhibition I was talking about? The one about Editta Sherman. I went today and Editta was there. Apparently she's been there everyday this week. At 100 years old she doesn't let her art down. I got to say hello but I couldn't say much more for fear I would start crying like an idiot. I got some amazing prints and wandered around the gallery until it closed. I said I'd be coming back tomorrow to buy the book Bill Cunningham wrote about her, so hopefully I've given myself time to get over the initial shock and can have a normal conversation. Embarrassing fool I am. It really is an exhibition that will only be seen once. I urge any New Yorkers to check it out. It's real history.
☮ Morgs
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