On a stormy Tuesday evening, we headed uptown to the Whitney Biennale. Two years ago, Madi Weinrib and I braved a frigid long line to check out the much anticipated show. But this year, the freezing rain was especially daunting. What's with these museums, that invite privileged and supportive patrons to openings, only to leave them standing on block long lines for admittance? After a quick and delicious dinner at nearby EAT, we again cruised past the Whitney and its formidable queue. Sloppy planning and basic inconsideration.... I'll hit the Whitney on a weekday.
`Tatjana´ by Herb Ritts, 1998
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