A rainy pilgrimage to Basquiat in a deserted Brooklyn cemetery: beer in hand, rain in my shoes, and not a soul in sight (except for some very theatrical birds and judgmental squirrels).

We drank, we prayed, we begged Saint Jean-Michel for a creative blessing. Left a little wetter, a little holier, and still waiting for the lightning bolt of genius. Hope he’s in a giving mood!

Bisou bisou, Jo

Photos: Joanna Gniady