LittleBird Gallery

This dude has no idea what he’s talking about. If you want vodka go to MJ’s. The gallery is quaint, the cause was worthwhile, and while not all of the birds were mindblowing there were a few that were outstanding. Props to the gallery and their owner for getting involved in the community that they live in, bringing artists and friends together, and throwing a great opening night.

This little gem of a gallery north of LA hosted a lovely fund-​raising show last night by staging a school of emerging artist doing their best art work ever— on what else? Surprise, surprise– Little Wooden Birdie! All priced at $ 100 each to benefit that sprawling park nearby — what else? Surprise, surprise– Griffith Park. Hellllllloooooo– LA’s answer to Big Apple’s Central Park.
Everyone who was not in Chinatown were there, lined up to see little birdies of all colors and all media. Artists, artisans, and courtesans rubbed egos and elbows. In the crowd were 2 rising porn stars, 6 unknown celebs, 17 personal trainers/​waiters/​models/​actors, 100 artists, and an unknown number of artist’s friends, lovers, ex’s, therapists, tarot card readers, roommates, and back stabbers.
I went early with my uncle Vanya only to be disappointed that the bar served no vodka! Without the right spirit, I noticed the art pieces are from horrendous to lovely– but none came close to interesting and exciting. Ugh! One birdie was a little smartie by hiding under a long black toupee.
Without the fun lovely well-​feathered crowd, I say AVOID the show!