Matias
If anyone had told me a month ago that I would be spending my Friday evening at an avant garde art gallery in Chelsea willingly I would have had my legal team draft a psychological evaluation for them.Yet, here I was. The gallery was a sterile, echoing cavern of white concrete and exposed pipes, populated by people wearing asymmetrical black clothing and tiny, useless glasses. On the walls hung massive canvases painted entirely in various shades of grey. It was the kind of event my PR team begged me to attend to "soften my scary corporate image." Usually, I’d show up for exactly twelve minutes, shake three hands, write a tax deductible check, and leave. But tonight was different , I was on a leash. A very sarcastic, very pink leash which is being held by my wife."Tell me about this
