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