It seems James De La Vega is all about the Upper East Side these days.
A couple of weeks ago (shortly after our trip to the De La Vega Museum downtown), I actually ran into James on the street outside our apartment and had the following odd exchange:
“Hey! You’re James, right?”
“No.”
“No…I’m…you’re not? I’m Jordan; we met a few days ago at your museum? I’m the girl who told you about the cabinet I refurbished that has your drawings on it?”
“No, I’m not him.”
“…Really?”
“I work for him. He makes everyone who works for him look just like him.”
“…Okay.”
So he was pretty weird. Or maybe just uninterested in having a blonde girl come boucing up to him yammering on about cabinets she dragged in off the street, which I suppose is understandable.
Photo courtesy of Paige.
