3+ Fairs in 3 Days While Mildly Congested
Art Daddy Tips to LA Art Week Featuring Red Dots, Real Shoes, Yacht Men, and the Art of Controlled Delusion
Art Daddy has landed in LA and I think I am finally understanding why people love it. Arriving on a red eye that left during a literal blizzard a day before and landning at a dead, glowing, almost suspiciously calm LAX is psychological whiplash at 5 AM EST. My travel got pushed back three times this week. It was chaotic. It was dramatic. It was meteorologically violent. And yet somehow, I was early. I had time for wine. I responsibly engineered my Xanax and Benadryl travel cocktail. I slept almost four hours. Growth. But am now congested among other things.
Add to that Art Daddy friend and lovely human Broc Blegen landing at the exact same time on a different plane = California commuting magic. We shared a cab. We had a grounding experience. We saw one another at an ungodly hour. Entering the LA fever dream with a friendly face, mild reassurance, and overhead palm trees is how you prevent full dissociation before breakfast.
Broc’s gallery Post Times, a darling of the NYC Chinatown scene, is doing Post-Fair. They are sharp, scrappy, and consistently ahead of the curve, with programming that actually feels considered rather than trend chasing. If you want something that feels alive and not algorithmically assembled, go.
I have a hot tub. There is a lemon tree in the backyard. There are hummingbirds behaving like they have PR teams.
LA may finally make sense to me. Could I live here? Maybe. Would I become insufferable? Possibly.
Within hours I had an unwell but wealthy old man who led exclusively with his yacht trying to meet for “sunset drinks”. When someone opens with maritime assets, and follows with unsolicited 60+ d-pics, you decline drinks. Boundaries travel coast to coast. We are not boarding that vessel. There was also a large white standard poodle named Dynamo.
I am seeing plant varieties I have never seen in my life. Plants that look fake. Plants that look expensive. Plants that feel unionized.
LA is wild. LA is weird. LA is warm. There are so many tattooed, Vans-wearing, 40+ daddies roaming around that, combined with the Sudafed I am on, I may have a minor stroke purely from aesthetic overload. If the earth’s axis tilts this week, know it was congestion plus testosterone density. I am medically fine. I am spiritually overwhelmed.
