I Dropped A Pan Last Night Getting Ready To Cook, And My Wife Called An Agent
I Dropped A Pan Last Night Getting Ready To Cook, And My Wife Called An Agent
Does everything have to be so weird? If this is art, then what isn’t art?
Milt Harris , Bio and Archives--August 24, 2026
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Through my late teens and early twenties, I was basically a social beer drinker. Somewhere between my thirties and now, wine crept into the mix, and over the years it became my preferred alcoholic beverage of choice.
There really isn’t such a thing as a true beer snob; sure, some people will drink only premium brands, but those slugging down their Budweiser couldn’t care less. Beer is beer, and no one cares what anyone else is drinking.
Perrotin gallery's booth during Art Basel Miami Beach, a banana was taped to the wall with duct tape
On the other hand, wine is different. You can’t sneak Boones Farm past someone expecting Whispering Angel Rosé, but in most cases the gap isn’t that wide. Years ago, a friend told me the great thing about wine is that you can feel........
