The great thing about New York is that there’s always some party to pull you out of your routine and break up the daily grind. Last night I had the pleasure of skipping the gym for a “Celebration of Fashion and Art” which was thrown by Skrapper’s William Quigley, Katherine Theofilos and Alex Claster in honor the creation of Skrapper Inc. The event featured art, which looked right at home in the underground air of Good Units, live music, a lot of characters ready to scrap with poppy-red boxing gloves fixed on their mitts, Given Tequila (which, if you haven’t already, you should definitely try) and Quigley’s T-shirt line. “The whole thing is very Warholian,” someone said. “You know, mass marketing art by putting it on a T-Shirt?”
Let me remind you that the date was 4/20, which I would have forgotten and might have been looking at my calendar to confirm had it not been plastered on every Skrapper flyer. This alone explained why it was so empty upon my on-time arrival at 8:30PM. The event, after all, was thrown as “a very quirky trip to celebrate art, photography, fashion and Skrappers New Line of T-shirts!!!” A very loaded event that a lot of attendees took in through red, blurry eyes. William Quigley, Skrapper’s founding father and artist, was sharp and bright, greeting his attendees with the event’s trademark boxing gloves (in a friendly way, of course).
Truth be told, I probably could have made it to the gym with plenty of time to catch the first band, but half-past eight found me standing stag at a pretty empty bar as the most randomly curated groups of people slowly trickled in. There were gold diggers on the arms of elderly men (“We met on the internet”). There were artists hawking their upcoming exhibits, new enough on the scene to admit they needed to start going out more to gain exposure. There were investors in T-shirts (mostly Bill Quigley’s designs), and pretty art fuckers mixed in with a decidedly Brooklyn group. Also, L.A. ladies who seemed as if they were one stud away from an Ed Hardy OD. Lovely society ladies and men about town were also present—magazine publishers and journalists, architects and developers. Every turn I took was an introduction to a completely new world, which was fine, seeing I was flying solo. I got home from the event to unload my purse full of business cards, and was refreshed to have met so many incredibly different people who were genuine about their hustle, mass-marketing their art by attending a cocktail party.
A look from Skrapper: “Girls, They Just Get To Ya”