Ward on the Street: Operation Art Show

Time: Last Thursday, 7:48 p.m.

Mission: To check out the Cerasoli Gallery

Moral: Don’t talk to French chicks too long

It was a manic day at Metromix HQ, but my striped socks and I busted out of the office just in time to hit Culver City’s gallery row.

Lab 101 (may it rest in peace) closed about a month ago, and in its place, local art princess Freddi C opened up her own little gallery, Cerasoli. It was a VIP preview, which meant manservants offering trays of fruity champagnes and a sneak peek at the surprisingly large-format mix of drawings and paintings for her first group show, "Fresh."

I’m more than familiar with Freddi C’s own clean and stylized artwork, but her face? Notsomuch.

So I ended up chatting with some French chick who—as it turns out—was not Freddi C. She had a thick accent! There was champagne! I was confused.

Leaving Cerasoli, I ran square into Beau Basse, the owner of Project:Gallery across the street. Based on his ensemble of camo shorts, dirty sneakers and a crisp dress shirt, I assumed he was drunk. Turns out he was just in his grubbies, taking a quick break before painting his gallery’s floor in anticipation for the weekend’s Tessar Lo show.

Tessar Lo's work: yummy! 

I hung around Project: for a pre-preview of Lo’s work and we chatted about stencil artist/Banksy protégé Nick Walker and his recent sold-out show at the Carmichael Gallery.

Regardless of the mistaken identities, my socks and I thoroughly enjoyed the evening of lurking in closed galleries and sneaking some previews. Not bad for a Thursday.

As for the weekend itself: peeps, I'm not sure where to start. There were margaritas, taco trucks, trips to Home Depot, and a Grammy party at 86 on Sunday that ended with Har Mar Superstar deep throating a piece of pizza. 

For your week ahead, I highly recommend getting redonk at these non-barfy Valentine's options.  I myself am looking forward to a box of Russell Stovers and some McNuggets:

McNuggets: I love them, and they apparently love me back. 

High five all round, comrades.