seven.

Ok.

So today I was supposed to tag along with Ned (Karlovich) to WK Interact's studio on Canal street to meet with him about the book. We were going to retrieve all of his materials and discuss what he was looking for / not looking for / and generally just get an idea about where to go with this book vs. where his last one ended up.

That's what was supposed to happen.

So I get a call at 8 am from work. Nike global (Holland) had called in the middle of the night (their day time) to say that they're crushed and need some last minute work done from S&K. They needed the work done by the end of that day, so that gave about 15 hours to finish everything that hadn't been started.

So they tell me all this, and finish with "so we need you to go and meet with WK yourself and discuss his brief / pick up all the material." Right.

So, scared shitless, I head toward WK's studio one on one about to meet one of my art world heroes. Turns out he's a great guy. His studio is incredible. It's this huge space with high ceilings and wood floors and splatters of graffiti everywhere. Paintings hang on the walls and skateboard sculptures and massive heavily textured collage. We talked for about an hour about the problems he saw in his last book.

The "assets" I retrieved was a giant red duffle bag with two boxes of manilla envelopes, stacks of cds with images, piles of photos (unsorted) and hundreds of pages of xerox scans. A mountain of material, not even vaguely sorted. So, I spent most of the rest of the day trying to make sense of the mess and try to decide what the book should be.