why dont you say “parking meters were left here due to laziness”
jack and i went to THE WORST movie
thank goodness for jack! i would have been so sad
i spent the first half of the super bowl in the pokey
talkin through some bulletproof glass
of all the times i wanted to take photos…
that just about killed me that all i have is this sad weird mental picture to show for it
this was the art institute “project room” for emerging artists
i didnt know i was allowed to take photos so i snuck this one
the project in the back left is “photos of different shades of black” for different levels of deep space blah blah shot through telescope blah blah i am bored even just typing this imagine what it was like in person
the modern wing was amazing tho
ol whats his face
it said he hired this homeless guy to put on his dads prayer robes for this painting
man how different is it now that i can shoot photos in museum
always wanted a detail photo of these
how the F did he make them?
i dare you to go look up that LA hammer show “barely art” and see how bad boring copies everything in that show was of things like this jasper johns from the 50s
ha ha just kidding
i was showing a sam moyer piece to a client and mentioned sterling ruby and then mentioned rothko and the client was like HORRIFIED i put them in same sentence and im like what?
this may be coming to New York….
erm chicago has the weirdest public art ever
nick and i were supposed to go ice skating 🙁
profound sigh of disappointment!
omg went to the best restaurant though
terrible name terrible graphic design but great food
too bad all the food was so petite
jack selected this for our explore
the landings had all fallen out in the stairwell so we had to like pull ourselves around the corner, dangling over 40+ feet precipices
i suck because after a few flights i decided i did not want to die like this
i do not want this abandoned factory to be my cold cold grave
especially after like four martinis
jack admitted that my plummeting to my death would be traumatic for him as well
you dont know how cold and how dark
clinging to a freezing old metal husk of a stairwell
the metal on bare fingers sucking my life out of my hands
all the funny jokes i wanna write about these photos are TMI so you just get….cats
4 thoughts on “the pokey”
Now you know.
I had one of those hyper-realistic dreams last night where Madonna came to my place and she fucked the hell out of me and while I slept she stole all my art. I fuckin hate Madonna !!!
Sigh, Kathy Grayson…
Richter is the king of squeegee.
He has the biggest one in the room.