He really shouldn’t have seemed so elusive. He’s not exactly inconspicuous. I’m almost positive I’ve passed him before, nonetheless, I’ve been casually searching for the Andy Monument for three weeks now.  By casually, I mean that I hoped to stumble across it without going out of my way. Like today.

Since finding out that this existed, I thought it was a necessary East Village sight for me to see. I mean, there are wannabe Warhols everywhere here. And they are posier than the original Warhol posers. I know it’s not really his fault, but I hold this man personally responsible for the hipster population, especially those silly girls with cameras that think they’re photographers. Everyone’s an artist, for god sake.