Me. Ah, me. pt 2
I almost busted my head open trying to take this pic.
Suck it in Matt.
Bet yall don’t know nothing bout this.
I couldn’t ask for anything more beautiful. Riding bikes along the water with dear old friends.
COOL! Imagine road-tripping all over Fiji with that thing.
Trip out! This is an actual tube thing and not a camera filter. Wild!
Cara asked me what I would take home if I could. I said this thing.
Beekeepers are the new hot thing, FYI.
Mr. McGee. This was easily the best art fair I’ve ever been to.
The text at the bottom reads:
The word derives from the Hebrew abreg ad hirbra meaning, ‘strike dead with thy lightning’. In Hebrew it comprises nine letters. Placing aleph on the left side of the triangle is the magical (illegible).
I thought “strike dead with thy lightening” would be a good band name.
Okay, someone give this guy the “Creepiest” award.
These dudes were sewing themselves together with red thread. I thought it was really cool and kind of touching. Then about twenty minutes later I saw them walking out of the fair, totally separated and going to get a sandwich at the snack stand. Totally ruined it for me.
I thought this piece (called ‘Group Show’) was bullshit till I started reading the names out loud.
Keep dreaming sister.
Thomas and his Roller Ball gloves.
Then we went to the Scope far, which was fun.
Ugh, this dude again. What compels a man to cover his Miata with mirrors?
Dear friends, we don’t see each other enough.