"Ah! Those two and ten minutes wondering what the hell look at the painting represents, "Debbie grinned earning a reproachful look at Ted's side.
"Those who you call those two are, respectively, John Spike, the most famous art critic in New York and editor of Pierre Restany 'Agency of Ars', then one of two things: either you that do not understand a damn what is in the picture of Justin, or they are occupying those positions only because they won the lottery "- Specifies the man, picky -" Do you see what can be the most likely "
Emmett chuckled leaning his arm on my shoulder Ted and sipping his champagne, I find it disgusting: "Bah, the French ..."
Debbie frowned gaze in astonishment: "You really are pieces so big?" Asked Ted, who nodded vigorously in confirmation. "Our Sushine is really famous!" Proud ruled the woman turning a satisfied smile to Jennifer.
Tucker smiled and shook his head and one arm resting on the shoulders of his wife who had not heard a word, as he was taken to see his 'baby' kidnapped, by now beginning vernissage from customers who did nothing but smile, Sting hands and, judging from the looks satisfied and dall'annuire heads, find the paintings of Justin really brilliant.
Praise not the least, since it was the opening night of the exhibition at Casey Kaplan for guests only by invitation.
The good company of Pittsburgh was the only portion of the characters 'common' in the crowded hall. The others were all professionals, or customers of Justin, who although they can not be counted in the category of 'experts', it certainly could not return to the 'common people'.
"I inflated deflated" Debbie muttered looking at the dubious title of the exhibition presented by the book - "What the hell does that mean?"
Brian grinned: "None."
"Ah here," confirmed the woman.
"And who invented this is the title?"
Brian bowed with a smile.
"I had to guess. One depicts nonsense, the other is the name! "Said Debbie.
"It is true that they make no sense, 'said Lindsay
" you can tell from the opposition that the designers of the tunnel have decided to emphasize the inclusion of these inflatables, just means deflated, which depict the same rabbits painted by Justin, "
Melanie looked at the companion air admired then turned his eyes to Debbie and broke into a good chuckle at the astonished gaze of the woman.
"And this should be an enlightening explanation?"
"Mom, you keep on pretending cats china shelves at home, no one expects you to understand the true art, "argued Michael.
Emmett laughed and put her hands over her face and Brian looked up at the sky with a cheerful smile before walking away from the group of friends and go to the buffet table.
Debbie do not really had a point, when he himself had seen the pictures of Justin he had not understood much. The friend had asked him to help him find a name for the show and if Brian had come out with: 'I do not know Sunshine, seem to me that the inflatable Scarlett wins the vending machines'.
Justin had looked grim, but Brian's face was illuminated by that twinkle in his eye when it appeared that was a slogan from nothing, 'I inflated deflated' Justin had ruled and had admired his mouth wide open. What did it mean? Nothing in the facts. But for this was the perfect title for an exhibition of New Art
The rest had Paula and his collaborators, from the paintings and the title, had assembled a decor that recalls both.
In addition, Paula had insisted on the part of the show just the classic picture of Justin Women's River. It was not the director's most famous art gallery in New York for nothing, thought Brian.
Just because there is no apt with the exhibition, with its themes and the techniques used, was the piece from which guests they stopped more and more of what they discussed trying to find sense.
That was not there. He knew Brian and Paula knew.
And perhaps he also knew the critics but did not approve of having to succumb to the idea that perhaps was a love which they were hooked. Although it had a hidden meaning and they would find.
Brian could not wait to read the reviews the next day to sbellicarsi imaginative interpretation of laughter that they could give him just to admit that there had not understood anything.
His Iphone012 vibrated in his jacket pocket and the man replied with a smile image appeared on the screen: "Do not sleep waiting for?" He asked.
"Here Brian is already morning! "Daphne the rebound with an anxious tone in his voice," So how's it going? "
Brian raised his eyebrows and turned to look back. Justin talk about their glorious past with John Spike, who smiled and nodded enthusiastically to his words, followed by the look of ecstatic Paula.
Brian would bet that, like in the comics, for a careful look in the eyes of the woman would have been able to see the symbols of dollars that he was mentally cashing.
"Well," he said, unable to conceal a proud tone - "Very well."
"Very good!" Daphne heard repeating loudly was likely to be used by with her.
"There is a group of listening?" Brian asked with a chuckle.
"Of course! It's me, Robert and Ben. "
Brian just nodded Justin continued to observe that, as if he had seen his eyes, turned around and met the eyes of the partner.
The man smiled and Justin returned the smile with which Brian had seen only a few times on the face of the boy to dance many years ago, when the latter asked her to marry him and when he Scarlett picked up as a father.
A smile reserved for the most profound moments of his life, the most significant. And among those there was also art.
"Now he can not talk, I'll call when we return home."
"Ok, but the children are with you?"
"No, I am came in the afternoon to see the exhibition before it opened, now I'm home with Monica. Too long for them. "
" Sure, right. Ok, so let me call from Justin just can not! "
" It will be done. "
"I greet everyone, including Professor!" Joked Daphne.
"This is really an honor," joked Brian - "after, hello!" Liquid's friend close communication and thinking how those damn shakes shoes new.
He spent an hour that afternoon in the Prada store torn between two pairs. At the end opted for those who wore it most certainly comfortable with the same beauty. But he scolded for not having assessed, as was always against that new shoes become importers after a few hours even if you wear that immediately seemed to fit perfectly.
snorted angrily to himself and started to make use of yet another glass of champagne, when a voice behind him called his attention.
'Star Wars - The Imperial March'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfdrjL7Tnnw
"Brian Kinney?" Felt ask calmly and amazed and raised his eyebrows. He had already heard that voice?
He turned his eyes and stared in amazement as the granite of the person resting on the wall that now smiled slyly.
Brian swallowed in spite of himself and tried to ignore the tingling sensation in my stomach that was taken at the sight of man entirely unexpected.
smiled and nodded in turn, pressing her lips between his teeth: "Evan Steel," he said.
Man, shut up in leather coat, Brian immediately recognized as Gucci, broke away from the wall to make elegant and went up to him holding out his hand.
Brian shook it and returned the smile. How many years had passed? Nineteen? Twenty? Yes, something like that.
"Now that's a surprise!" Ruled the man without ceasing to smile, showing a row of perfectly white teeth and shiny, shaved skin with such care that it seems that of adopting a child and a fragrance, but not blatant recognizable, of 'No. 1 Perfume Men', the most expensive perfume for men in the world.
Brian was tempted to ask if the spray version, which gave the same actual cost only half - about six hundred dollars-than in drops, but he bit his tongue. It was certainly not his style to play the part of the 'fag because malignant envy'.
"Do not take much for surprising then," he said showing off the most successful of his quizzical expression.
Evan attitude in the face of surprise: "Do not tell me you've become small," he asked modulating his voice as only he could do, "you can not find is a pleasant surprise to meet you own?"
Brian just smiled and shook his head.
"Who is it?" Said Laureen poking his elbow into the side of his sister who nearly toppled the contents of the flute on the ground and still smiling indifferent.
"Who?" Said Shawn miraculously after keeping in balance the cup.
"What we're talking about with Brian. "
Shawn twisted his lips in an expression of doubt:" I do not know, a customer of Justin? Maybe someone is just making conversation. "
" No, "said Laureen decided staring at Brian and the man with whom he was speaking. What was going on stage? Far from her blame herself mentally to go to X-rays every look and attitude of both men, carefully follow their 'paralinguistic language'. That was just saying that it was' simply someone '.
He sat on a bench alongside Michael: "Who is the man who speaks with Brian," he asked, unable to put a stop to its inhibitory obsessive curiosity.
Brian Michael turned and looked at the person who spoke with him.
"Dunno," he said with a shrug. At a time when bitten a piece of salmon canapé, mentally thanked the heavens for not yet swallowed. He would choked. "Evan?" Ask anyone in particular.
Lauren looked at him, "Evan?"
Michael nodded with wide eyes. He had seen only once in his life, he and Brian had met one morning on the newsstands of many of those years before he was astonished to be able to recognize it. He had not even heard too much from Brian to tell the truth. But for sure it had witnessed the transformation of his period in which the man had attended.
"Who is Evan? "Lauren insisted.
"An old friend of Brian," Michael said without giving too many clues.
"Friend?"
"Yes, friend," he said with more emphasis should be, Michael. Laureen giving confirmation of what he had suspected and had objectively surprise.
had been more than a friend.
(excerpt from The QAF Novelle)
Michael for his part did not know exactly what was the 'status' Evan Brian. But he knew that every week had begun to scatter the evenings at Babylon during the weekend was not over to his apartment and was untraceable until Monday, where Michael called him at work and direct question, my friend only one answer: 'I had to do'. But Michael had seen the dress of Brian despite being finer, as the advertising agency business, it was a long time, had seen his apartment fill, day after day, pieces of expensive furniture, modern design, refinement of his taste was observed to rise at a higher level than them all.
Brian at the time lived in what the future was defined by the two friends 'pre-loft', an open space on a factory filled with knick-knacks here and there. All that Brian could afford having just facing the world of work and not wanting to ask a penny to Jack.
One day Michael had gone to pre-loft and hung in the middle of nowhere in the wall, oddly plastered There was a picture.
"Beautiful," said Michael. Brian had shrugged: "It's a Lucaks."
Michael had merely to raise eyebrows with look doubtful. The friend had giggled: "It is one of the most famous contemporary painters, Mikey, painted by strong players, like Nazism, terrorism and gay characters."
"So if cost is also famous something ... "
Brian shook his head casually: "I have got." Michael had not asked 'who?' Had given him. From under the refined style began to slowly infect lamps, sofa, new chairs, television, the walls.
One day my friend Michael had met a man with the newspaper, Brian had presented him as his 'boss' agency, but he had done to make hasty and almost embarrassed. And Michael had asked Brian what the hell he was doing around on Sunday morning with his boss, both in casual wear, with the air of one who was taking a walk Sunday to spend some 'time together and certainly not to talk about work.
She went on like two months. Brian at the end was completely gone, so much so that Michael had felt excluded and deeply offended.
Then one day Brian had started to go to Babylon, come Michael and Emmett's apartment almost every night, disappear only to slip into dark rooms, and open the door of his apartment despite the presence of guy on duty that he was doing.
Michael did not ask, Brian had not spoken.
Michael was business as usual and that was enough.
Evan scroll left an admiring gaze and proud about Brian still smiling: "So Brian has become the little man, "he pondered.
Brian raised his eyebrows: "It had to happen first or later. "
" What a man! "said Evan admired.
"The adulation has never been a part of your being Evan, unless you did not have to get a contract. Perhaps the 'big' Evan has become an old man? "Brian smiled evil in a skirmish that now, finally, after nearly two decades, could manage a par.
But Evan had never been the type to be put on the ropes, if it was not what was to become that was the most important Ominicom AD Group, the most famous advertising agencies to cry.
satisfied smile: "I'm not flattered, I'm stating a fact. You are very famous in these parts, you know? "
Brian lifted one eyebrow with a look somewhere between the question and the cunning.
"Manage your own agency, refuse a merger with Vengard, Gardner convince to buy a package of minority and so Kinnetik transform it into the most powerful advertising agency outside the confines of New York; you hook up customers that we courted for years as Barilla, "the man exposed his champagne-sipping fine" I'm not flattered, I'm simply recognizing the objective merits. "
Brian gave a sly chuckle," Well, it seems you have spent all these years to study what I was doing! "
Evan smiled pointing at those green eyes of Brian: "The competitors are to be studied Brian, you know."
"Sure," Brian confirmed with a mocking grin.
"You know, when I went to New York after a few months I was asked to take an AD as I would like to be included in my team. I had carte blanche in the choice. I thought of you ... "
Brian raised his eyebrows pretending to be admired," But do not you call me. "
" No, "the answer is merely ' man.
"Why?"
was Evan's turn to giggle snort a nose similar to those of Brian: "Because you had to let you alone. I've always said that the fact that we went to bed together did not affect with your promotion. And it was the truth. What you got in that company was only thanks to you. I knew that I had every potential to explode without Starmie in tow. I have always believed in you and it's obvious that I was wrong. So if you think about it, after all, I made you a favor. If you I called to New York would not be who you are today. "
Brian smiled condescendingly:" Yes, I'd probably still executive agency, in fact as you are still you, rather than a president. "
" The student has surpassed the master, "Evan smiled sweetly.
"And that makes you proud?" Brian asked, unable to hide a bit of amazement. Evan did not tolerate anything that might arise from any point of view, over what he thought to be.
"Obviously," he concluded with a cool head that has always distinguished him - "Look what you are now," he smiled slyly slid a look at the features of Brian's eyes until they came to man's left hand.
Evan's eyes grew amazed, then hard, and then smiling a smile that Brian decoding 'pity'.
"Oh! Do not tell me you slipped right on target ..? " Evan asked staring at the faith.
"This?" Brian asked specifically by raising his left hand to place it in front of the man's nose. "Eeeh, it seems that your best horse has made a hole in the magical path. What? Suddenly I am to be killed? "
Evan smiled ready to respond when nothing materialized from Justin.
"Mr. Steel," fake smile as Brian had taught him to do in front of customers.
"Justin, what a pleasure finally meet again. Exposure surprising, "given Evan shook his hand.
"Thanks!" The boy turned to Brian and again to look at Evan - "I see that you have already known, but I would like to introduce you. Brian Steel him is Evan, the customer from which I'll stop here to finish the work he bought in July. "
Brian's eyes widened and he used all the self-control its disposal to ensure that the mouth is not wide open with astonishment. Evan? Evan was a customer of Justin? 'How many millions of inhabitants is New York?' He asked the man - 'Eight million? Nine? And among all, and Evan had to go to nock against Justin? '
"Mr. Steel," Justin went on - "he's Brian Kinney, who besides being chairman of the agency Kinnetik Pittsburgh you probably know, is my companion. "
was Evan's turn to be unable to restrain an expression somewhere between amusement and amazement.
Justin watched the two men watched in silence. "Something wrong?" Asked genuinely concerned. Maybe, while he had seen them argue, were recognized as 'gentlemen' and Brian was able to be annoying as only he could be. Not that that Evan liked Justin a lot, and it would be a lot of fun to hear the jokes that Brian had poisonous reserved. But the fun was objectively amounted to zero when it came to a score of thirty thousand dollars.
"No, nothing. Nothing Justin, "she reassured him Evan taking over the reins of the situation -" Only cases of fate, "she smiled, shaking his head. Brian no real reason he wanted to beat him just to shut him anything was going to say.
"Destiny," asked Justin sincerely stupid, smiling.
"Brian and I in fact we already know. Years. How Brian? Eighteen? Twenty? "
Brian sighed through his nose and nodded: "Twenty, yes."
Justin Brian looked surprised and very happy and thought the cases of fate, it was obvious they had known for work.
"Yeah, that stupid. She told me to be in Pittsburgh, "he said smiling -" I think that you had already met. "
" Rather than simply met Justin, "Evan smiled slyly -" in fact I am her ex ... "
Justin's smile fell from his face as if he had received an unexpected punch.
"Former head!" Brian hurried to complete a statement which he knew should not have been the intent of Evan. He tried to smile and put his arm around the shoulders of Justin: "Evan here, was my boss in the first agency in which I worked with. "
Justin's arm instinctively tied to the life of a claim to belonging that Brian did not even know why he felt the need to stress and in turn forced a smile:" Well & hellip , "began deeply confused -" this is indeed a really nice coincidence. "
" Yeah, really a beautiful coincidence, "smiled with a look at Evan Justin remembered that of the puma in the documentary, when they see gazelles.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted," ruled Justin earned his eyes liquid that Brian could feel the boy's muscles stiffen under his arm.
"No, I figured" ruled Evan condescending - "We were just talking about old times."
Brian sucked his lips into the mouth.
"As I said, Justin, exposure really amazing. I have every intention to buy your painting. I may, "he asked feigning humility that he did not feel at all.
Justin sighed and forced most of its fake smiles: "Of course, the evening is your invitation to help customers preferred to have the first choice."
"Perfect. Would you like to accompany me and introduce your work? Although I have no idea what to choose! "
"Certainly," Justin smiled struggling with all his being against his ego ever died that rebelled with some form of servility in general and in particular against the man - "If you want to follow me ... & rdquo ;
"I'm right with you. Greetings Brian. "
" Sure, I'm here, "concluded the boy away to Paula who was drawing his attention.
"You know who is that man?" asked thrilled.
"Yes, Paula," Justin sighed - "I think I understand all too well who is this man ..."
Britney Spears - 'Toxic'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCRT8IItGpw
Evan looked at Brian and smiled once more convinced that I got what looked serious and quiet man told him he had obtained.
chuckled: "So the luck is none other than Justin Taylor," offered in almost mocking tone - "Who knew nothing about me, poor puppy!"
Brian restrained the urge to deliver a punch to break the work, by at least thirty thousand U.S. dollars, dentist and pressed Casually, with a shrug: "What should you know Evan? Nothing more than what I have said, that's nothing. Have you been less important than what you'd like to think. "
Evan merely to broaden the smile's as if Brian had made the biggest compliment he ever received. "Of course," put his hand to the breast pocket and pulled out his business card-Brian acknowledged that staff be given that did not include the logo of the Omnicom Group - and handed it to her.
Brian looked the ticket and then looked at him with eyes aware, without taking a ticket. Evan lifted his eyebrows with a surprised air: "What? Do not scare a business card, no? Or do I think that the only accept a friend, you may shake your belief of 'nothing' that I represent? "
was good! Damn if he was good! Brian had forgotten what it was. Not for nothing that he had been fascinated from the start. Apart from the kind of relationship there was between them, Brian had wanted to absorb every tactic and technique of the man because he knew that he would be served in the job. He could sell you your own mother if she had made the commitment. It was always a keen observer of other people's behavior, weakness and strength, intelligence, wit, a great manipulator. The people gathered in a hole without even having realized that they were walking on the ground that he had traced.
(second time)
