I'm not a fan of Jeff Koons's work. However, I found an unexpected appeal in his big balloon-y sculptures. That's me in black, reflected in the red heart on the roof of the Met. I'm wearing a jacket and carrying a big, bulky, over-the-shoulder pouch (into which I dump everything when I have to check my backpack). Still, I'm looking leaner than in real life. If that's not a good reason to rethink my response to his work I don't know what is.
Jeff Koons on the Roof closes tomorrow, October 26