We hit up the STEPHEN SPROUSE show at Deitch gallery a couple of weeks ago on a freezing Saturday, and warmed up with the day-glo. Mostly fashion-art but very cool, and he seemed like a chill NY character....hung with Warhol, Debbie Harry's roomate, etc. Carrie and I were having a picnic in Central Park in 2004 when Stephen Sprouse quietly shuffled past our blanket, looking kind of sad and lonely. He died a short time later of cancer, I think. We always say we should have invited him to eat with us. His Louis Vuitton bags kind of blew up after that.