After work, Brian and I trekked to the west side to check out Donald Robertson’s take over of Story, this really cool boutique/gallery hybrid in Chelsea. If you have time this week, you should definitely check it out – the place was wall to wall Donald. Not only did his artwork fully occupy the space but Donald himself was also there to sign his book, Mitford at the Fashion Zoo! I love his work – it’s so fun and tongue-in-cheek. I think that he has tapped this perfect formula of being honest with his work as an artist and at the same time, still gain popularity on social media. And he looks like he has so much fun doing it! The space had everything of his from pins, iron-on embroideries, his book Mitford at the Fashion Zoo, to phone cases, sunglasses, t-shirts, and original work by the artist himself.
Let me just remind everyone that after whining about the Wes Anderson Art show to whoever had the patience to listen to me, I got to see it on Sunday after all. The only disappointing part being that all of the original artwork that I happened to like were all sold. What I’m telling you is connected with what I’m about to say, I promise.
Anyway, I got a book (which Donald graciously signed), some pins, and while wandering around the store, came upon one of his portfolios. I was nonchalantly browsing through the prints when I came across something he did months ago which I loved but didn’t get to buy because of high demand: a painting of The Royal Tenenbaums! Of course, I got REALLY excited and couldn’t wait to get my greedy hands on it. Brian, being the nicest guy ever, bought it for me as a present. Things honestly can’t get any better.
Things just have a way of working out.