New York is still missing GADAGO

Why? It was a big day in Chelsea the other day and I had nothing nearly as informative and comprehensive on the web, never mind the old printed matter, as Tokyo’s TAB to guide me through the nooks and crannies of the art districts in Chelsea and elsewhere.

Dozens of galleries held their first-of-year openings, among which several on 27th Street were just opening for the first time. As James Wagner of ArtCal sentimentally put it, “Chelsea’s far west 27th Street will never be the same”. The weather was abnormally fine, but perhaps thanks to it, the Upper East Side’s soon-to-be matrons paraded real dogs and not their furs, but none of the animals seemed as refined as Johnnie Walker’s massive dog-friend in Tokyo.

I got to the “scene” 10 minutes past 6pm and in two hours I barely managed to scrape the top of it, elbowing through the crowded galleries from 27th down to 24th Street. There were quite a few other openings all the way down to 18th Street, but I did not get to make them, mainly because I ran into my old buddy Jacek Gulla, a star writer, poet and painter. I listened with pleasure to his plans for publishing poetry for an entire 10 minutes.

The bottom line is, I would’ve organized myself better with GADAGO and perhaps would have seen more of JacekS. If you would like to find more about January 12th in Chelsea, Bloggy and James have written about it on their blogs.

Well, GADAGO has “gadacome” to NY.