i went to a sell out opening tonight, tim moore's rather sweet and disturbia* embroidery of nudists at work and play.
*nudists...
I am glad to have a partner in the crime of exhibition attendance, cause it's still my favourite way to socialize. i can stand around in a room full of handsome arty types i don't know, with bright lights and alcohol and talk about clothes or art or pleasing lego beards or the relevance of specifying 'vintage sicilian linen' or the dog or the baby on the shiny floor throwing biscuits, happily watching said handsome types get drunker and friendlier, quite quickly.
sorry, long bad sentenceTM, it's late. and i woke up at 1am with a hangover unable to sleep... so here you have me...
this week i also saw 'this is not a love schlong' at utopian slumps. i could look at bits of that for hours on end, and other bits i didn't like looking at the first time. i mean that in a good way, somehow. go look at it. YEAH.
meantime read the post labels and weep with me... ashliegh, not hungover, drunk...
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