if it wasn't for the norman rockwell exhibition, there is no way we are going to that brooklyn museum. like, hell to the no! but there is nothing more we could grow up together than the work of rockwell. he would have so many black and white pictures taken with the models, in various poses and expressions, beforehand, and then start painting the photographs and combining them into a one great piece of work - capturing the sweetest and most fleeting moments in life. and on the fifth floor of the museum where they have all those pocahontas shit, i saw the evil twin of my monitaly jacket, lol!