Raging Art On

Listening to : Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day

Went to the <packed>opening of Moss Gallery tonight which is the third Greene Street space from design genius Murray Moss to make me feel inadequate about my own design career. JK, Moss is my F.P.E. to windowshop and ogle cute Williamsburg artboys during daylite hours. Anyways the crowd was a mix of supermodels, superposeurs, celebs, and gays (try to separate those into distinct categories). I wondered, am I missing Room Raiders for this?

The interior is basic boredom except for the east wall which reminded me of one of my favorite pieces, the Favela Chair. It's all decon wood slivers which concealed a hidden door that bottles of champers kept emerging from, so needless to say my gaze was fixated. And the art - well someone describing it lost me on big werds like "limited edition" and " ironic" but what I think I retained was they are exhibiting rugs latched by crazy people, who are the new supermodels if you asked me.

Excuse the pics for being dark but everyone, mais oui, was wearing black which sucked all the light out of my flash. Fred Schneider looked fantastique even after the tragic loss of the Love Shack a few weeks ago, and adorably confused hetero dreamboy Frank Lentini could NOT stop gabbing about her favorite topic....himself. Wonder if his rug was on display. (im totes kidds!)

moss gallery, houston btw prince and greene (across from the remarkably east berlinesque IM PEI towers)