Arriving for my night at the museum.
Photographs courtesy of the Solomon R.
There’s a guard; you can’t steal the hangers.
The shower’s pretty good, too.
And who doesn’t want to be comfy …
… when visiting the Catherine Opie show?
Höller’s Revolving Hotel Room has satin sheets.
I brought Anna Karenina to read. (I promise I wasn’t showing off.)
I couldn’t get to sleep and ended up putting on a mask.
Starting work on this review …
A moment with Tiravanija’s Chew the Fat film.
I’ll never see the Guggenheim quite the same way again.