Archive for July, 2018

I was scrolling the internet at the gym yesterday when I came across an interesting item. No, I wasn’t looking at men online. It was article in The Economist about the relationship between Grace Jones and Giorgio Armani. Grace was a pioneer in the collaboration of singers and fashion houses. Grace attended Armani’s 1981 Fall/Winter Samurai fashion show. The show was a critical, but not, commercial success. Grace contacted the Armani office in Milan seeking access to the garments. The garments were perfect for Grace. So perfect she wore one of the jackets on the cover of her Nightclubbing album. Who knew you could read about Grace Jones, an icon in my life, in The Economist?

Jean-Paul Goude, Blue-Black in Black on Brown, painted photograph of Grace Jones wearing Giorgio Armani.

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What Is Wrong With Him?

The man I work for can be called odd at best. He still works from home in the afternoon because he doesn’t want his adult children (18 and 21) to be home alone. Every month he schedules a 30 minute meeting with each of his direct reports to discuss any issues that may need to be addressed. I’ve mastered the art of discussing issues with the man. I know not to bring up certain issues as he doesn’t want to help resolve the issue, but rather, assign you an action item to find a solution. He wants to know about the roadblocks but doesn’t want to be actively involved. He will, however, take credit for the resolutions.

My monthly meeting was held on Friday. We were both working from home so the meeting was held over on his multimedia conferencing bridge. After the standard obligatory greetings, the man asked about a painting on the wall that is in view of the camera. I talked briefly about the painting detailing a little about the artist, her representation and chosen medium. The man used the artwork as a launching point to make the call about him. He left his home office to retrieve the only “original” piece of art he owned from the second floor of his house. I still had audio as he was using a headset. I had to listen to him describe his walk through his house up the stairs to the second floor and the return journey to his home office. Next, he tried to get the painting in the best possible position for the laptop camera. His brother painted the picture of his toddler daughter years ago. This launched a monologue describing his brother and his artist abilities. He went on and on and on. The whole time I’m reminded I’m on camera by seeing my image being transmitted to him vie the PIP. I had to keep an interested look on my face while I’m thinking I don’t give a damn about his brother, the mediocre artwork, or the description of his family dynamics. I reminded myself to smile and nod. I really didn’t have to comment because he talked and talked and talked.

As the call neared its scheduled end, he asked if I had any pressing issues I need to discuss. I claimed no pressing items as I was ready to put a gun to my head. He ended the call as I had no issues to discuss.

What a freak show! The man talked for 25 minutes about the painting, his brother, his family dynamics and the painting’s provenance. The purpose of the call was to be about work topics I wanted to discuss. Instead it was all about him which was typical of his behavior. What is wrong with people like this who constantly turn conversations and meetings into platforms to talk about themselves?

My team lead advised me before the call that the man wanted to discuss giving me more NPI and M&A responsibilities, which I would be happy to take on. Instead I had to listen the man talk about himself, his brother and his family. The things I do to keep that paycheck coming in every month. I think I’m more of corporate whore than a slave.

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I’m Glad I Left

The client I worked for last year was ordered to cease operations in New York State for failing to live up to the terms of its merger agreement with another cable company. The company has been given 60 days to handle over its operations to another provider. The state has rescinded the approval of merger.

I knew the company was a mess when I worked there. I was so glad to leave. Is it bad to feel happy about their misfortune?

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The Next Victim

The owners of this house have decided to tear it down and start over. They were contemplating an extensive remodel and addition, but instead, have decided to scrape it off. They’ve lived in the neighborhood for twenty years and plan to finish out their lives in the new house. At least it’s not another spec home.

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This two-bedroom house sold in March of 2017. It was torn down in July of 2017. One year after demolition and $4m later ($989k for the old house and another $3m for demolition and construction of the new house), the new house has been completed.

It’s a four-bedroom, two-story dwelling with a little over 6,000 square feet. The house is a lot bigger than it looks in the picture. The owners moved in a few weeks ago but I have not met them yet. They are both orthopedic surgeons so I’m sure they can afford the house.

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The National Juried Show

A few pics from the National Juried Show at Pirate Contemporary Art:

Mary Holm, Restless, collage on canvas, $600.

Daniel Gerard Mlynarek, Skylight, oil on canvas, $2,300.

Hugh Daly, Lighthouse, acrylic on canvas, $2,300.

Victor Proulx, Suzi’s Step, oil on canvas, $5,000.

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Art & Party

Mack and I hit a few galleries on Friday night. Louis Recchia opened a new exhibit of pointillism paintings at Zip 37. I always find his work entertaining and amusing.

Louis Recchia, Rainy Day in Paris, acrylic on canvas.

Louis Recchia, Rising Tide, acrylic on canvas.

A stop was also made at EDGE Gallery to check out Candace Shepard’s new works. It’s a great show and worthy of a second look. The final stop of the night was Pirate Contemporary Art to have second look at the juried invitational show. There are some great paintings in this show.

Candace Shepard, Naturally Inclined To Act, acrylic on wood.

Last night I went to the hot husband party. At least that’s what I call it. It’s hosted by a communications director and her artist husband. The party is mostly professional women with high-paying jobs who have hot husbands. It’s always a great time. The food is tasty, the booze flows, pot is passed and the conversation is always entertaining. Last night was no exception.

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