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Tearist @ The Standard Hotel

The Standard Hotel in Downtown LA threw its "fifth incarnation of the Series, a multidisciplinary mish-mash of art, dance, music, poetry, theater and clowning (yes, clowning)"*. And since Tearist was going to be part of it, of course we went! Duh.


First set done.



Diana in the womb... I mean the waterbed.

That's how much I heart LA.
More performances:


Gotta catch it and make it forever:
More Tearist:

I heart Tearist.




*Brand X

Easy to see your breast from up here above the clouds...

Above: Calm before the storm.
Below: A Francis Bacon painting featuring Japanther...Duh!


The exorcism begins!
Look Ma! No shoes!



HI DUDE!




"Everyone take your cloths off!"


Danny from Tiny Little!

Pretty girls:

More pretty girls:



Not the best video then again... If you weren't there you can't complain. Even if you were there...



Surfing the Smell!

That one time I ran away from home...

The true story of Monday February 28 and March 1. March 2 someone crashed into my car but only my pride got hurt... The bestest* sister below, you could hear the local cops on the Spanish tv (above).


dreamlike state:

Here comes the sun:


Morning light:

I heart pink, but not the Victoria Secret's campaign.

Showroom/Dummies Closing

Showroom/ Dummies Artshow (curated by Athena Kargeui) closing Above, Crazy Band playing below:

something is wrong with my camera:

more art, my art...mines:

crap! it opens!
Up close and personal:

Blue V-day!

I been told I am pretty bad at reading in between the lines but what happens when everything in between the lines is grey? Huh, what happens then? Saw Blue Valentine this day at the mall in San Francisco by myself. WTF...I lived there three years and never realized the mall was that big!

Then I ran into myself thanks to Theodore Watson's interactive art installation called "Faces".

Walked some more in the cold, cold, cold to the TL to White Walls and Shooting Gallery... Saw a glimpse, and kinda fell in love: Morgan Slade, his art work.


I also met two sweet gentlemen. One who talked about art, the other one who told me story about getting mugged in Berkeley aka technically Oakland and how effed up the police precincts are. I heart this pic:



We talked art...


And getting mugged in Oakland technically Berkeley but legally Oakland.


Yeah "Snitches get Stiches"!
Went "home".



* Faces by The SF Gate