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My Prize Possession: Glenn O’Brien
“I got this in 1979 and it has a lot of miles on it—some motorcycle miles, and it was my regular outerwear during the days when New York streets could be risky. It probably saved my life when I resisted a two perp mugging at knifepoint on Avenue D. (Or maybe it was the Sacred Heart of Jesus pinned inside it over my heart.) Some guys wore tagged leather jackets back then. One day I asked my friend Jean-Michel Basquiat to draw one of his crowns on the back of mine. Jean was so into kingship he smoked Chesterfield Kings. My friend George DuBose had nicknamed me Leroy because he said I acted like a king. This jacket made me feel even more like one.” - Glenn O’Brien
Long Live Basquiat.
Kendrick Lamar spoke to me and then reached out and shook my hand (he initiated it).
In that moment, I felt greatness course through my veins.
P.S. Standing directly between us? Smoke DZA.
Sylvia Woods (of Sylvia’s Restaurant of Harlem)
February 2, 1926 – July 19, 2012
