Thursday, 23 April 2015

That time Basquiat and I hung out in the same building...

... sort of. 

Two Saturday's ago my home girl Austi hit me up to go to First Saturday's at the Brooklyn Museum. This first Saturday in April also marked the launch of the exhibition, ‘Basquiat: The Unknown Notebooks' and me being the culture vulture that I am and avid notebook hoarder was not going to turn down an invite to partake in some BK hipsterism.

There comes a point in every human's life, well at least there should come a point when a person realises that they may be sort of extraordinary. Forgive my overly optimistic tone, but I think we all have a little somethin’ somethin’ to offer. I'd even go so far as to say almost slightly genius and no I'm not indirectly quoting Kanye here. You get the gist; you go through some bullshit and somehow end up at a point where you just don't fancy sailing through life anymore, nope. You kind of want to make an impact, or difference of some sort so you seek whatever the next big thing might be. For me personally, I have found a formula of success imitation. Surely if you copy the path of someone successful, you will be able to find success yourself right? Right. If it doesn’t work, at least I can pass the blame on to my good friend who gave me this advice in the first place.

Anyway, this trail of thought is pretty much how I came to the conclusion that had Basquiat been alive still, there is a strong possibility that we could have been friends. I can take this one step further with actual evidence - please refer to the image below. Somehow, little old JMB during the 70’s/80's ended up at 250 Mercer Street, and guess who couch surfed there for five months when she landed on the island? Yep you guessed it, ME! It's one those not-so-big big deals kinda situations because during that time, Basquiat actually lived across the road on Great Jones St and therefore it doesn’t seem so farfetched for him to be in this prominent SoHo building, but for me it is you see. Because how I ended up from Maidenhead to here is the real miracle story and somehow through time and space we made it to the same place. 250 Mercer Street (thanks Bunny!) marked the beginning of a life-changing journey. It’s the place I still have incredible ideas and so I’m gonna jump the gun here and assume it’s because of JMB’s spirit. I wonder if he was actually here, if he’d mind me calling him JMB? Probs not.

So if the only thing you gained from this piece was the burning curiosity to visit the exhibition, then I guess I succeeded. 

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