i was sleeping when my girl friend phoned to tell me a plane had just hit one of the world trade towers. Back then, i knew as much about baseball rivalry as i knew about terrorism and algata. I walked down west broadway to where the wilbrkin store used to be. The windows were covered with brown paper and ancient advertisements for luxury spedos. When i asked this morning, i flipped back to the front page of the document. It was an image of the twin towers collapsing on to a crowd of firemen, policemen and civilians decked out in business attire. There were a number of contact emales and phone numbers. And so i went homeon nine
911 final reprise. George Bush celebrates the anniversary of 911 with some new ‘dark’ paintings. Your host marks the occasion with some high stakes performance art. Plus un-learned art lessons from the $150,000 banana.