We all make assumptions

May 2010

Its the end of first week in NYC. Bandages all over my body from my bike accident the day before, they are exsposed as it is warm out and I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. Standing outside of west village bar I am standing with my friend while she smokes; I can't stand the smell.  I am looking at an early 20s guy in preppy pink polo and blond hair.  As my friend and I begin discussing color theory; I am startled as this guy chimes in very knowledgeably.  I've never encountered someone who looked like this and cared about art.