When I stepped out of the elevator onto the 8th floor of a building in the heart of Union Square, I was greeted by an eager Chad Muska, who was welcoming everyone into his artistic abode.  His gallery was housed within a penthouse loft, complete with a kitchen that included chips and the finest in guacamole dip. Chad was much more than just a professional skateboarder and musician this particular evening though. He was entertaining the crowd that had formed, managing the music selection, and continuously rushing back and forth between the gallery to the elevator entrance to grant entry to the art enthusiasts.  Artist, socialite, DJ, and doorman all-in-one, all done with a smooth Walt Clyde-esque demeanor. When asked why he was manning the entry button by the elevator he gave an emphatic response, “the dude that was supposed to be my door man for the night called me up not too long ago asking where the gallery was located when I just told him a few hours ago! What the hell?” Enough about the man, take a gander upon the artwork of Chad Muska.

*Photos taken with an iPhone 4