Oculus
The recent appearance of Oculus’ Post-Impressionistic style has quickly made him known in NYC and its burrows. They say he captures a “schizophrenic alteration” between Realism and Surrealism in his expressions. His collections, called “the Stasis”, adapts a Barogueish style with deep contrasts of magenta and shadow. Often depicting portraiture of blueish hell-bent fanged humanlike beings obscured to the people around them. When not seen riding the subways, he has been spotted indulging NYC’s night scenes with VIP clients.
A friend in the scene’s girlfriend has recently become concerned about her roomate. Sometimes disappearing for days at a time. Though at first no one wanted to press her for the details of her personal life, her increasingly anxiety ridden and disheveled demeanor has left her roomate and those close to her feeling they have no choice but to intervene (if only to the extent of finding out what’s going on). If the young woman has entangled herself in some sordid affair, so be it, the heart will do as it pleases, so long as she is safe.
Feeling themselves too close to invade her private life uninvited themselves, they’ve asked their discrete (and less familiar) acquaintance in the scene to check up on her - - though they’ve been introduced briefly at least once before (at some chic soiree), it’s exceedingly unlikely she would immediately recognize him based on the single prior introduction some months ago, hence, diminishing the possibility he will draw her attention and discover her friends’ design to spy on her without her consent - - which may be taken poorly (even if done with the best of intentions).
Undertaking the favor may have other benefits as well; insomuch as Oculus’ friend is also an exceptionally well-connected part of the scene with his own following.
Details are scarce, indeed, the only material piece of information her roommate’s been able to provide is that she heads off to visit the same address in Brooklyn every Friday night . . . 169 Clinton Street in Red Hook.
Why not? The artist didn’t have any thing else that night, he was free Friday - - the big opening at the new club wasn’t until Saturday.
Besides, even if she might not remember him - - he surely remembered her - - absolutely stunning, a vision, a muse.
He’d be happy to, all sorts of clout to be gained and, all he had to do was check up on some beautiful girl? Now he did have something to do tomorrow night, Oculus will be at 169 Clinton Street, Red Hook.
Oculus’ Club Vibes
