In the Thick of It

Trees by Christine Collins, an image from the upcoming A New American Portrait.

I admit it, I’m tired. I’m living on coffee and not much else, staying up late and getting up early. In part it’s because I’m keyed up, and in part it’s because there’s just so much to do.

I’m sitting in my gallery watching NYC walk by, Patrick is in the room with me, hanging the show. People keep stopping and starting. It’s just that good. (Can I say that without being a braggart? I’m not sure, but I feel it must be said.)

It’s been a long day. There are a few places I want to be but cannot – Martin Parr’s Colour Before Color festivities at Hasted Hunt, Blindspot’s shindig for Jason Fulford, celebrating thier new, co-edited issue. It’s cool though, since most of the people I’d see there will be here on Friday (fortunately that evening’s weather is forecasted to be perfectly suited for a block party.)

It’s been a very Magnirific week so far – parties, and cocktails and books and slideshows and there’s still more to come.

So yea, I’m tired, but it’s all good. I can’t seem to string together words in an interesting manner at the moment, so instead, I refer you to Great Portraits, wherein our American Portraitists weigh in on their own favorites, as told to Mr. Colberg over on the jen bekman blog.

See y’all Friday.