HOLY CHINA TOWN!

I think I'm still hung over from the Saturday China Town LA gallery opening festivities. Starting at Acuna Hansen Gallery (nice wine in a glass glass), making the rounds to probably 15 gallery openings (beer, wine, more beer and more wine) and ending at the Hop Louie Bar (vodka) equals a full evening of art and booze.
What a way to jump start the new season!

Acuna Hansen always has top notch looks. They are a steady staple for belief in quality art with four large paintings by Eric Sall and a back room smattering of work by their stable of artist. What is it about the Carlee Fernandez rat with grapes pieces? That work gets me every time with its simplicity and weirdness. I over heard the owner say $6,000 ...a good investment for an artist moving up the success ladder so quickly. I'll start saving after I blow my wad ($20.00) at Hop Louies). booze now. invest later.
Sam Lee is showing color photographs by Pipo Nguyen-duy of abandoned hot houses over a six year moody weather period. They looked great though I had the funny feeling, its been done before.
The new combined gallery of High Energy Constructs with Solway Jones had an odd mix of the best to the worst art I saw all night. Its hard to beat Duchamp but put his work next to a globby crap outer space painting and he becomes god.
Fringe had one of my favorite shows with the upstairs filled with interactive video from floor to ceiling and acid pills for the Second Life freakers distributed by doctors downstairs.
I dont think I took a pill but this is when things started getting blurry.
After swerving my way through the remaining galleries, I met up with some Artillery co-horts at the bar. Juke box, dancing and lots of strong cocktails brought the evening to a full climax of drama. Tulsa Kinney (Artillery editor) got fiesty with Sterling Ruby , David and Cathy Stone argued for ten minutes and then danced all night like the pros they are, Gordy Grundy wasnt wearing his ascot but didnt disappoint with chat about his new religion and then people started drinking...hard.
Tulsa grabbed Parris Patton's ass while his girlfriend (Paige Wery, publisher of Artillery) was chain smoking out front with some other drunks. Gordy Grundy dragged her out the door and as she passed Paige she said "your boyfriend smells!". Chistopher Russel came in with two lovely ladies but left as soon as he got whiff of what was happening. (B.O.?)