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A mere two hours before Greg Bogin’s show opened at Leo Koenig Inc. on 23rd st. in Chelsea, I swung by and tangoed with these two as they both fought off the pre-show jitters. We spun quite a yarn on this one, from naked high school dreams, to the realities of expansion in an age of shrinkage, to the idea of perfection, to triathlons, trust amongst artists and gallerists, and the raucous and infamous Leo Koenig crew.
Dynamite! (other than some cell phone static… sorry about that)
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