It's Always Furry In Aspen, Brooklyn

Today is a special today. The leaves are falling from nonexistent Brooklyn trees and the temperature has dropped to a frigid 60 degrees Fahrenheit. It's finally time to resurrect one's most prized costume from the wardrobe; the hunter's tuxedo, the only logical attire for the mid afternoon art space cigarette break. They've been working hard on concepts and installations all the art-long day and now it's time to get rustic in the lavish, overgrown concrete prison of a backyard. After working up a painter's sweat, there's no better way to get totally cool than eskimo-ing oneself by the L train. I wish we had the audio of their conservation, I would bet my best mink they never once mentioned the outrageous coincidence that they are both dressed head to toe in animal fur(s).