Today was also my field trip to the galleries with Mike. We went to the Luhring Augustine Gallery to see Larry Clark's newest exhibit punk Picasso. Pretty amazing stuff, but not for the faint of heart. There is a reason that he has been accused of being nothing more than a pornographer. A lot of his photos are of young men/boys with hard-ons or of young guys and girls having sex. He also has a lot of photos of kids doing heroin. I've always thought that he's trying to show that this ideal childhood that we've created in our minds isn't based at all in reality. That the sex and drugs and anarchy is really more representative of youth. But then, I know jack shit about art.

We also saw the new Pierre et Gilles exhibit at the Robert Miller Gallery. Wow. These photo/paintings are so lush and amazing. I've always been blown away by their books of photos, but seeing these things full-sized is stunning. They are so beautiful.

My favorite of the exhibit was one called "Un Dimanche Apres-Midi." It's one of the pictures on the Robert Miller Gallery site. It's a photo of a beautiful boy, in full rugby gear, covered in mud. Mike saw it before I spotted it and warned me that the next photo would make me pass out or shoot (or words to that effect). While, in fact, I did neither of those things, I did instantly fall in love with the guy in the photo.

I really loved hitting the galleries. I've got to start doing that more often.