Hi, I'm Choire Sicha, and the average distance that women in Africa and Asia walk to collect water is 6 kilometers. Oh, sorry, sir -- would you like fries with that?
I'm also the editor of Gawker, a website obsessed to death with Manhattan's media and culture, and a contributing writer at The Morning News. Certainly I do love me some freelance. Enquire within.
Recent essays and stories:
24 Hour Movie People [in Wired]. New York City's 24-hour digital film-making competition, with Xeni Jardin and Aliya Naumoff.
Entertainment, Weakly [in The New York Observer]. An evening with The Believer, in which -- go figure -- I find myself as conflicted as everyone else.
Meet Me On Joey Ramone Place [in The New York Observer]. Sometimes memorials have meaning; East 2nd Street gets a new name.
Chelsea's Crazy Hanging Garden [in The New York Observer]. West Chelsea may get an incredible -- or unincredible -- public park. But what do the landlords get?
French Film, French Film [at The Morning News]. After a decade in New York, every streetcorner, building, and section of the deli will remind you of someone you've been in love with.
The Media Lunch [in The New York Observer]. The California recall, porn star and candidate Mary Carey, The Day of the Locust, and the media profit centers do lunch.
Ronald Reagan and Reading Proust [at The Morning News]. So heavy hangs the head of she who wore the crown the night before: a three-day diary of literary celebrities, self-loathing, and the Wolfowitz Riots at the New Yorker Festival.
The Non-Expert: Broken Hearts [at The Morning News]. In this everchanging world in which we love in, to misquote Mr. McCartney, people get hurt every day. What we sometimes forget is that people get un-hurt every day too. Let's patch you up and get you back in the game.
The New York City Tattoo Convention [at The Morning News]. In a generation, body art has gone from subversive to suburban, so it now takes a lot more ink to stand out. Geoff Badner and I cover the permanently-etched tragedies that become comedies.
It Must've Been Something I Hate [at The Morning News]. I spent three days recently in New York City's prison industrial complex Criminal Court, being judged on whether I was the right person to judge others in a series of unseemly trials. Join me on an in-depth tour of jury duty in Manhattan, won't you? Just pass through this metal detector, check your politics at the door, and come on in!
The Complicated Art of Chelsea [at The Morning News]. Don't get me wrong: my middle name is Art. No really, after my grandfather. Anyway, I love the the stuff... or at least, I did. Join me on a three-hour tour of West Chelsea's art galleries.
Saturday, January 4
David Hammons at Ace Gallery, New York City
Ace Gallery is currently the best date spot in Manhattan.
I phoned my lover in the middle of the weekday to meet me on the corner of Spring and Hudson. He didn't know where we were going. It was raining really hard. He had no umbrella, and was remarkably uncranky about standing in the rain waiting for me.
I took him by the hand and led him into the low and wide brick building. A woman at a desk in the lobby handed us two tiny plastic things. We opened the doors to the gallery. It was semi-dark. The door very slowly closed behind us, and it got darker and darker.
When you pressed the little plastic things they lit up with a great cobalt blue LED.
We were completely alone in room after room of thousands of square feet of space. It rained invisibly on a skylight dozens of feet above our heads. We made out a little in the dark. We used the lights to try to give each other acid flashbacks. No one jumped out at us. No one was skulking in the corners. We roamed and roamed, all alone. It was sense-enhancing and relaxing at the same time. I would like to go on a Saturday afternoon, and find the gallery full of people, like tiny cold toxic fireflies.
Eventually, we got hungry. So we left.
David Hammons is a contemporary artist known for his biting and darkly playful conceptual works on race and art.
On view, as it were, until February 1, 2003. Ace Gallery, 275 Hudson Street. ⊕
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