If Only Conan would send Triumph out to Report.

"Nobody speaks to Christo!" The Gates. Chances are you know what I'm talking about, even if you don't live in New York. Unless you're my Father. "What? The Gates? Christmas? What are you saying?" I'm going to refrain from commenting, since I'm just one little girl who doesn't know much about art, but New York Magazine has this reaction from the city's dogs: When they’re not peeing on the gates, they’re petrified of them. I enjoyed this quote from the Letters to the Editor section of the magazine "If I wish to interpret hanging fabric, I'll go to Naples and study the laundry hanging across the narrow streets-now that could be considered art." Signed a woman from (Where else?) Brooklyn.