Mary and I had dinner together last night at August (tasty, good service and just as romantic as it looks in the pictures) — and then a probably ill-advised but thoroughly enjoyable few sips of tequila at Bobo, thanks to bartender Calvin, himself a tequila-lover. (Try the Smoke and Mirrors cocktail — even if you think you don’t like tequila. You can thank me later.) Calvin and Mary got to talking about art, and Egon Schiele came up, and I hadn’t thought about him — or his remarkable work — since he was featured at the Neue Galerie sometime back. So, Reader, here’s some Schiele for your day, which I hope requires less caffeine than my own.