I went into the building and the seas parted – there must have been 20 kids sitting on the stoop and in the hallway and then I went up to meet her. I really didn’t know what I was getting into, but as soon as I met her, as soon as she served me espresso on a silver plated tray with Bazooka bubblegum, I knew I was in for a ride.
The exhibit opens Thursday with a private event. Read the Q-and-A (and find more photos) here.
Previously on EV Grieve:
Madonna in the East Village circa 1982
7 comments:
Thanks a ton Grieve! I just got "Holiday" stuck in my fuckin' head!
@ Makeout
Better that than something off the MDNA album!
awesome thank you for the post : )
Trust me, nothing from MDNA will get stuck in your head.
Wish she was as interesting, truly inventive and subversive now as she was then. She owes the East Village for nurturing her and should be involved in nabe preservation.
Does anybody know if she is?
She's busy preserving Malawi and her collagen supply.
I only wish we had young, creative people like her moving to the neighborhood today. Sadly, they can't afford to come here now, and why would they want to now that the neighborhood has been taken over by the whoo-hoo crowd?
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