Lou babe

Inspiration and influence are great powers to exercise. The later is the most powerful and I wish there were a way to measure it.

Lou Reed has had influence over me lately, but today it was direct. On the subway I was attempting to do my stealthy people sketching alone when a woman to my right started looking over my shoulder at my sketching. Her daughter beside her was seduced too. At Chambers, the mother tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I could draw her daughter. The girl looked away and down but smiled. The mother insisted and I said I had one stop but I'd do my best. She chose to look sideways - fuck i hate profiles and kids are hard too but i whipped a portrait out. That's my life: under pressure, in a time limit. I asked what her name was - 'Geniva' - I think of chocolate, Europe - I scribble her name under the portrait, rip out the page and say have a nice day and go to Canal St. I think I purposely didnt sign it to be romantic or something.

Anyways it was a proud ny moment while lou reed was playing in my earphones. No later than a half hour later I was walking through SoHo and I saw two mailboxes with his young image on it, stuck there and ripped up - a part of the SoHo landscape. and so my obsession with SoHo remains.

I think I channeled Lou Reed this weekend to be a drag audrey hepburn. Influence and its meaning has been on my mind more than enough. I shouldnt worry about it.