Kickin’ it in Cymru 🏴
Hate to break it to ya, but my weekend was better than yours 🐶
Crystal sister reunion in Londontown = visit to an occult bookstore and afternoon wine in a dark underground cellar. On brand.
Lurkin’ Gherkin 👀
Been 6 weeks since I’ve seen this creature, another 6 to go... though I know her brain is that of a cat, it never fails to upset me that she has definitely forgotten who I am by now (her own mother who raised her from infancy!)
A black-tie picnic on the grounds of a country house complete with opera performance and croquet = peak British.
Spooky scary! My Head is a Haunted House at @sadiecoleshq is, like its pop culture horror genre inspo, a cheap but satisfying thrill that sticks in your brain for far too long and starts to leak into your dreams.
The art market’s foremost white wine werewolves were out on the prowl last night in London. If prowling looks like stumbling, that is...
A map of the heavens (and the zodiac) based on famed 17th century Danish astronomer Tycho Brahe’s geocentric model of the solar system in which the sun and moon orbit earth. Gold leaf added to honor this dude—he had a gold nose cuz he lost his flesh one in sword duel. ⚔️👃🏼
Amid the $20m Richters and the veal sausages, there was this bunch—the real creme-de-la-creme of @artbasel. Over and out from @theartnewspaper.official
Where the hills are alive with the sound of money
Good send off from both the moon and the sun as I go adventuring again. ‘Til August NYC ✌🏼
In terms of cocktails, I’m a Tequila Ginger sun, G&T rising, and a Lime-a-Rita moon—my inner self is always craving one.
Pete O’Pupper, defendr of farm chicknz
This friends and family crew + this cafe = what my homesick dreams are made of 💞
This is a cry for help in what I can only describe as a hostage situation at this point: I’m still being forced to write and talk about this $91m Koons bunny after its sale at @christiesinc almost a week ago. S O S
Just your friendly neighborhood art market editors scroungin’ for scoops. @theartnewspaper.official
#Earth for the digital archive after we ruin the real thing!
The flora and fauna of Los Angeles were great, but of its people I preferred the dead ones. (Jk, this place isn’t as bad as I like to say it is.)
Happy Valentines Day to 7-year-old me, who vowed to meet Brad Pitt one day after convincing my older sister to let me watch Legends of the Fall with her while our parents were out. I love him as much as I did 25 years ago❤️ (photo: @loubuck01)
Portrait of me trying to like LA. 💀 (Mark Mulroney at @____mrs.____’s @alacontemporary booth)
One last Costa Rican sunset pic just to be a dick. (And to pretend I can feel its warmth since I’ve just arrived back in freezing cold New York to a broken heater.)
Was it the sun, surf, pervasive Coldplay covers and endless coco locos that made me love Costa Rica?? No, it was the company of these amazingly intelligent and riotously funny females. Until next time Tamarindo 🤙🏼🤙🏼
I fell asleep on the beach after too many coco locos and woke up just in time for a sunset swim. Is this what is known as the “rest and relaxation” concept that people are always trying to get me to do more of?
To quote D.Kay & Epsilon c. 2003: Sometimes I feel like I'm in Barcelona, see anytime I hear this tune I just start drifting away, and all I wanna do is go back, go back
Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story of Death’s brightness, her bitter cold/ We can make do with so little, just the hint of warmth, the slanted light (Winter Sun by Molly Fisk)
Production week mood. Is it the weekend yet. 🔪🔪🔪
Happy birthday to my one true love, 19th-century American landscape painter extraordinaire and prescient art market maverick Albert Bierstadt. *Of course* he was a Capricorn, smh, totally explains his unrelenting desire to be the best at depicting the most perfected idea of America. Here’s one of his absolutely stunning and totally unrealistic depictions of the western frontier, Sierra Nevada (1871-73), to celebrate.
“Ring for your maid, and when she comes in we'll pounce upon her and tear off her face. I'll wear her face tonight instead of mine.” –from Leonora Carrington’s “The Skeleton’s Holiday” • Merry witches’ new year, blessed #Samhain (sun’s end) and happy #Halloween to all! It’s time to honor and embrace the shadow self and tend to your ghosts. 🌚 • Painting: Leonora Carrington, The Ancestor, 1968 🙏🏼
Bye for now Bogotá, thanks for ruining my skin with your exhaust-ridden air and my liver with your aguadiente, but overall enriching my life with great conversations and good times. Until we meet again 😘
Didn’t manage to get the Maserati that drove by as I took this into the shot 😞#bogota🇨🇴
I, too, went to see Hilma af Klint at the @guggenheim. Please let my digital documentation of this spiritual image serve as a visual record of my physical attendance along with the other 193847378282 pics in my feed currently doing the same.
Myself and @saga_of_aga performing self care (i.e. spending time with @thesaragriffin’s dogs) in the unknown wilds of Central Park
So good to spend a few days in my old stomping grounds for @expochicago, where I had the pleasure of seeing so many of my grad school friends, even if only briefly and even if only as immortalized in a David Hockney iPad painting in some cases. This city never ceases to delight me 💕
This Cheryl Pope at @moniquemeloche’s #ExpoChicago booth 🙌🏼
Tis the season to have it all. Happy fall equinox/ sukkot/ harvest full moon in Aries, with love from @wholefoodsnyc
Found myself at zero degrees on the Prime Meridian when the moon was full in Pisces. Make of that what you will, but London looks lovely regardless. 🌝🔭🙌🏼
Swansea girls showin’ up for a special occasion 💖👰🏼 Such an amazing day, I only cried 3 times. (And it’s only been 3 months gettin’ these photos out of the bride.)