Impromptu gallerying
I was walking on W 13th St today and right around 10th Ave I happened to see this enormous warehouse space with its doors chucked open. Inside this nameless place was… art. An awesome two floors of somebody’s work, busting at the seams with pop cultureness. I wandered around for a while, took a few pics, and vowed to return with everyone I know.
Today, I love New York.
made of records!
