![]() ![]() It wouldn't rain tonight, I thought it wouldn't rain on all of these rich people. ![]() I thought maybe he was looking at the Facebook page for the Jon Rafman opening we were all walking to or maybe at Google Maps for Zach Feuer Gallery's address, but he wasn't all I saw was the image of a dark storm cloud on a weather app.ĭrips. It helped propel me forward, into the surge of eccentric old rich people and hipsters that negotiated their way in our direction up 10th avenue. Where Zoe's eyes were sparkly, Ann's eyes were windows. "It should be good, though Jon's really good." I looked over to Ann. "I haven't seen anything, either," said Ann. "I don't even know what this is going to be like." "I haven't seen anything new by Jon in a long time," she said. At twenty-two, he was a decade younger than me. Thor was a tall man, handsome with thick eyebrows. I shrugged and joined them-Thor, Zoe, and my girlfriend Ann. I can picture it on their website." Zoe nodded and then coughed. He looked up from his iPhone and pointed downtown. "Zach Feuer's on 22nd Street," said Thor. The following is a fictionalized account of the opening of Jon Rafman's You Are Standing in an Open Field, which was on view from Sept 12 - at Zach Feuer Gallery in New York.
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