Dunhill, my agent in Brooklyn, investigated the Britney statue and lived to tell the tale:

My Dear SJ—-

Here is my sad little tale about the BS statue:

The gallery is located in Williamsburg, so I took the L train in from Union Station. After a couple of blocks and some investigative research, I found the gallery located in an old garage but it was closed. The dang website had said it would be open. There was a nice little cafe at the end of the block so I had a cappuccino and mulled over my options. I decided to snap a few pictures of the outside and be done with it. While I was lining up a shot a group of people approached, looking for the Spears statue. We started up a conversation about crappy art (not that it had anything to do with our current situation….cough) and decided that Britney had once again eluded us. That is, until someone opened up the mail slot. Inside was Britney, in all her birthing glory. I snapped a couple of photos for you. This is the best one. It isn’t very good and I’m sorry about that but there wasn’t much light.

Anyway–Hope you and the ladies are doing well.

Love-m

MAILSLOT! Delightful! Well done, Dunhill!