Scott Covert told me that was the chant on the dancefloor when she would arrive at the club.
See the precious Polaroid in person tomorrow night at Daniel Cooney Fine Art.
I took about a hundred thousand pictures at that party. It’s kind of overwhelming. Here are a few with more to come.
The Art Or Endeavour Of Being Lucid In A World We Live In... Secrets Of The Psychics... Energy, Universe, Futurism, Film, Empowerment...Digital Abstract Art Rendering...
High jewellery & Fine watchmaking - by Claudia Carletti Camponeschi
All the epigones find their own way
playwright, poet, performer
NYC Gay Art Party and Zine
Portfolio: Nail polish on iron
Burger Perverts Welcome
Bodyworker. Committed to Truth. Addicted to politics and chocolate
Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element.