Last Night at Fuel Collection

Last night at the Fuel Collection (3rd and Arch) there were three shows going on simultaneously. The first was downstairs and entitled, "Style of Consequence". This included works by the painter Theresa Pfarr who did self-portraits, which even though they became slightly predictable while walking around, were still quite stunning. Her brushwork was top-notch. Valerie Garlick had a great piece down there called, "Girls Like Me". It was a mashup of 600 myspace images of punk\indie\goth chicks playing in a slideshow. Simple concept, but the pictures spanned the range of emotive qualities from pity to hilarity.
On the second floor were two exhibits. The first was "Music To My Eyes", a mish-mash of New Media exploring music as its cornerstone. The second was the "Blue Moon Art Show". This was a commercially funded exhibition of work that was all over the place. Lots of different mediums, but decidedly one-sided. I would have liked to have seen a car crash victim holding a Blue Moon bottle in their now not-completely-severed-tendon-attached hand. Maybe not that dramatic, but at least something a little more subversive than what they had.
Anyway, the show (and the night) was funded by Blue Moon, and they had free beer on draught and amazing little hors d'oeuvres from a local catering company. What follows are just some photos from the event. Digital and Polaroid Spectra.


People starting to enter around 7:30...


It's on.


Did I mention the whole affair was fancy as hell?


A brush of artists.


I'm caught taking the photo, and she's caught striking a pose. I was glad to be me in this situation.


A woman opening up to someone else.


Another bird's eye shot.


It was announced that "Kingston" had won the Blue Moon art competition at which point he and his friends promptly freaked the fuck out.

I have a job interview tomorrow.

I cannot wait to get a job. Free time is more constricting than I had remembered, however that may be because I am coupling it with near-poverty. My interview is in the Philadelphia Museum of Art's Marketing Department. It sounds like a pretty sweet deal. I'm working on a new mailing at the moment and am up to 5 pages, but would really like 8. With the price of postage though... eh, I guess I'll just have to make it work. All else is well in Philadelphia. I crashed at my old man's house last night and my stepmom hooked me up with groceries, which was awesome of her. Anyway...


This is a work in progress. I'm really interested by the idea of the first person (I'm guessing Neanderthal) who defined a space of land as private property, and therefore acted as the harbinger for all sequestering of land for the future. What an ingenious concept it must have been when this was first realized. I'm sure the future implications could not have been conceived of. In the current housing market slump, suburban McMansions ending up in ruin and disrepair, what an interesting juxtaposition of property and how people define the extensions of themselves upon the Earth, with this initial moment. P.S. I'm coming to not despise the color of my "working wall" as much. If I had the guts, I'd just repaint it.


Chevy, the good ol'dog, posing for the camera.


I got these two great Ikea chairs for free on Craigslist today. The woman who had them was a English PHD student at UPenn and lived in a third floor walk-up in South Philly. She told me that were purchased by a friend's parents who happened to be in the diplomatic core in Norway in the 1970s. I had to wash the cushion covers because they were covered in cat hair. This new addition to my room made me take the table that Mercy&Lindsay gave me outside, and spray paint it powder blue. I left the original brown on the insides of all the legs for a two-tone feel. Now I just need to find a real funky rug on Craigslist and I'll be on my way to HIPville.

My Weekend at the Shore

Polaroids:







Sandcastles preparing for the siege of evening's high-tide:










Other remnants: