Today I went to a "noise show" at an Echo Park gallery that I usually love. Unfortunately, it kind of sucked.
As the first performer went on there were about 5 people inside watching the show and about 15 herded out on the sidewalk, awkwardly pacing around, chatting and smoking. One dude in his late 20s, dressed in classic SF bike messenger style, was non-non-chalantly puffing on a wooden tobacco pipe. I guess wooden pipes are a thing now/again/still.
A photo crew from "Bloomingdales Magazine" (wtf?) waddled by and asked if they could take some photos of their model standing in front of the building. A willowy brunette in white posed self-consciously in front of all the freaky art types, who turned their backs to the camera ever so slightly. According to a story I overheard from an old Latina woman, the crew had been walking around the neighborhood all day, pissing off old Latina women.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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sometimes i read your blog. this line is brilliant:
"According to a story I overheard from an old Latina woman, the crew had been walking around the neighborhood all day, pissing off old Latina women."
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