This graffiti was scrawled in Chelsea last March. The once-legendary party promoter Baird Jones was found dead (for unclear reasons) late last week. Hmph. Well, it could have just been someone tired of getting all his freaking promo emails. [Photo by Nancy Smith/ artloversnewyork via Bucky Turco]
I remember Baird Jones as the creepy older guy who handed out invites with his caricature embossed invites to Studio parties well post heyday (Studio and his).
Now I am the creepy older guy hanging around websites (well post heyday,theirs and mine), and commenting on Baird.
@Nic Fit: uch, I have to tell you that I hate jennifer garner soooooo much it's like flames on the side of my face, and watching her prissy uptight clenched cooter eew that man reaction to the CLEARLY AWESOME AND TOTALLY INSANE gary busey sent me into fits. puppies, puppies, warm blanket, puppies...
Sorry about his passing and all that jazz, but one thing I never understood about this guy whenever his name cropped up: is there actually any art in Webster Hall? Where the hell is it? The two or three times I've been in that hellhole I've only seen cheese-oids from Long Island.
