good band name
the photography that i have seen, merely taking a glance at each piece on a quick tour of this photography museum, is unbelievably breathtaking. i can’t believe i am getting the chance to walk around this space, even behind the scenes a little bit, and help out—-even in mundane and silly ways. although i have now been charged with mapping out the website and preparing a portion of the content therein. so here i go…perhaps i can add to that list of responsibilities…
Six Wives of Henry VIII, by Hiroshi Sugimoto (they’re massive—each are probably 4’x6’)
linking artists to their cultural impact in three words
i had a dream last night that all of my teeth cracked and fell out. i’ve had this dream before. but in this dream, i thought to myself that it was particularly scary because i wasn’t dreaming…
“you got a husband?” —
cracky mccrackerson who sits on our stoop all of the time and won’t really leave because he’s “been here for years” and we just moved in…and yes, i’m calling him cracky mccrackerson because phoebe tried to leave via the front door and saw him smoking crack. on our stoop.