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If there’s one thing you can say about Tyson Chandler (there are many things you can say about Tyson Chandler), it’s that he has whole-heartedly embraced New York City. Between wearing capes, showing up at Fashion Week looking like a weirdo, and growing a gnarly beard that surely goes along with tending his urban garden, it’s like he’s said to himself, “Well, I’m here in New York City. Might as well act like it.”

That’s why it should come as absolutely no surprise that Chandler hosted a charity art exhibit of his own photography last night, all while wearing his now-unfortunately-trademark capris and combat boots. Of course he did, because of New York.

Speaking of New York, the exhibit is called “A Year in a New York Minute,” which is either a reference to his first year in NYC flying by or an admission that he spent a year getting inspiration from an Olsen Twins movie. After “Pretty Woman”-ing his wife, both explanations are feasible.

After the jump, have a look at some of Tyson’s art and some of the people who showed up to look at it.

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Tyson Chandler is going to make more than $13 million to play basketball for the New York Knicks this season. And even though guys go broke all the time, that’s still a lot of money to spend. You’ve got to do something pretty special to spend that much money.

Like, I don’t know, giving your wife the “Pretty Woman” treatment because she loves that movie. (Note: This does not include treating her like a prostitute.) From New York magazine:

It’s not always easy for a man to surprise his wife, but when Knicks player Tyson Chandler overheard his wife Kimberly talking about the romantic fantasy of Pretty Woman—the shopping sprees, the private jet, the diamond-and-ruby necklace that Richard Gere proffers in a black velvet box before snapping Julia Roberts’s white-gloved hand—he started to formulate an idea. She had just been sitting there on the couch at home, watching the movie with her cousin, and then later, while Tyson was in Vegas practicing, he gave her an unexpected phone call. “I’m on my way home,” he said. “I want you to pack a bag and be ready when I get there.” Suddenly, she was off to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, where Roberts’s character fell in love with Gere’s businessman, and the next ­morning, a stretch limo waited outside to take both of them to Barneys. “I was like, ‘Hello, what are we doing?’ ” says Kimberly. “And Tyson said, ‘Just come inside.’ ” [...]

When they arrived, they were whisked into a dressing room the size of a hotel suite, with racks of clothes throughout and shoes lined up along the perimeter, Stella ­McCartney frocks and Chloé pants and everything in her size. Tyson gestured around the room, saying, “Everything you want, you can have.” Giggling, Chandler said, “Okay, good! I’ll take it all!” Slow down, slow down, he said, try some of it on. She walked out with a bounty, like a Rick ­Owens jacket with a high collar and low sleeves—it’s probably her favorite Owens jacket. And the rest? “I don’t really remember,” she says. “I know I have some pieces still.”

No idea if this is true, but I have to imagine Tyson Chandler’s wife said “You work on commission, right? Big mistake. Big. Huge. I have to go shopping” at some point during the day. What “Pretty Woman” fan could resist that? None of them.

In related news, Tyson Chandler needs a new closet if anyone is selling a small apartment in New York City.