The gallery was housed in a converted warehouse—all exposed brick and industrial windows that let in floods of natural light. Very beautifully great and effortlessly cool.
A receptionist sat behind a minimalist desk and it felt like she was the most busiest person in the world. She looked up as we entered, and gave a warm smile.
"Good afternoon. Are you here for the Nakamura installation?"
"We are," Miles confirmed.
"Wonderful. Second floor. Just take the stairs past the desk. Let me know if you have any questions."
We both thanked her and headed for the floating metal staircase. My heels clicked against each step, and the sound echoed in the open space.
"I read about this in the Times," Miles said as we climbed. "The critic said Nakamura spent three years on this series. Three years
