Last Friday I dusted off my Emily Post's Etiquette book to find out the proper placement of ones napkin when leaving to use the restroom during a meal (to the left of the plate) and headed to the opening dinner and party for the Diane Arbus Revelations exhibition at the Walker.
Seated at our table was a fashionable set of art collectors, dealers and other folks who, off the top of their heads, know that Paul Cezanne is the Father of Modernism. I felt stupid and uncool, until it came out that we'd lived in DUMBO and instantly gained some street cred. I kicked Nick under the table though when he started to say that we were part of the crowd that "forced the artists (ouch!) out of the neighborhood" and then mentioned the art festival that I didn't go to last year.
If you missed it in New York you must come to see it here.

A family on their lawn one Sunday in Westchester, N.Y. 1968 by Diane Arbus
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