tuesday, march 1: my first trip to allentown, PA. it was.. ok. it’s at least nice to get picked up and driven two hours door to door, versus having to fly somewhere farther away if i were on a different project. and the spacious $89/night homewood suites is a nice escape from shoebox new york living.
came back thursday, friday went to boiler room and stumbled upon jesse, an old college friend. small city, blah blah. he’s fun, glad that encounter happened. steve miller band and his fold-up bike were in town too and met up.
the highlight (or at least the most unique part) of the weekend surely was on saturday going to an art show called the independent. never had i felt so out indie-ed wearing just skinny jeans and a chest-hair-exposing snap shirt—art people are in a different league. one piece was a line of sugar cubes on the ground. that’s all—just a line of sugar cubes. right.
there was some stuff i liked though, too: a golden eggo waffle necklace by eric wesley (perhaps he intended some play between eggo and ego), a huge lattice of metal balls and rods held together by nothing more than magnetism (impressive, michel francois), and david shrigley’s taxidermy puppy holding a sign that says “i’m dead.”
i don’t much understand contemporary art (the art of today, that is) nor the culture of galleries and collectors. it’s all a bit odd on the surface. maybe once i win the powerball i’ll put time into figuring it out.
saturday night tyler made his first and last trip to sugarland with me. james was in from DC and he came out, along with josh (who i should really put more effort into seeing since he lives here)—fun to see them both.
and on sunday i became the foursquare mayor of eastern bloc—half good, half whoops.
