“Hipsters are nothing to be proud of and they are certainly nothing for a national media organization to celebrate. They represent indulgence and failure of every kind. From their incessant need to have pre-marital sex or else masturbate themselves numb to their shameless willingness to feed from the trough of hardworking Americans to support their blogs, indie bands or t-shirt companies, these people embody the death of the Puritan ethic. They live like 14-year olds– emotionally stunted, egomaniacal, crying for no reason and then twittering about it. They dress like 14-year olds as well, often in cartoon character clothes that show off unpleasant patches of skin. Were it not for their bruises and awkward facial hair, it would be impossible to tell them apart from actual drunk teenagers.”—Christwire.com
3rd poster I made for MPLS.TV. Is there anything as beautiful as the color scheme of a burger?
p.s. i made it into a monster and added their trademark blue. or just any blue, maybe.
here’s some other stuff from the internets
this doesn’t really make sense to me. the caption says it’s a gay response to “bros before hos,” but to me, that leaves one conclusion and one confusion:
conclusion: hos (women) always come last
confusion: gay men don’t often fight about “hos” because they are sexually interested in other men. doesn’t “bros before hos” essentially mean friendship>sex? in this sense it just means friendship+maybe sex>friendship with women.
from the onion.
now it’s time for a segment called…
portraits becky likes
aside from all the politics about liking/not liking both “Jersey Shore” and Terry Richardson, this is a good portrait.
not only does this photo show that this jersey shore girl is talented at displaying her feminine parts in one of the most unusual and efficient ways, but it also captures a candid moment of trashiness.
My very hilarious friend Jason made a choose your own adventure to-do list and I am going to copy him. Read his too!
Create a concept album where I record each of my ex-boyfriends brushing their teeth and then make rhythmic loops out of the samples and layer them with lyrics drawn randomly from our text messages.
Create a portrait homage to my uncle Tom, complete with puma chain.
Design an Android app that lets kids play M.A.S.H. Then make a “spin-the-bottle” app. Feel creepy about my contribution to playground flirtation.
Write a pilot for a show almost identical to “Freaks and Geeks.”
Make a bad concept album about all my deceased pets, complete with loops of dogs barking, cats meowing, fish flopping out of water to their suicidal deaths, all mixed with samples of cartoon theme songs from my childhood.
Write a novel where all the characters’ names come from the list of Hurricanes in 2009.
Read too much about my Myers Briggs personality index (ENFJ I think - extroverted, intuitive, feeling, judging). Then decide it’s all a bunch of crap.
Learn PHP and create the next Facebook.
Read the beginning of a Russian novel. Work what I learn into conversation.
Figure out what those Photoshop tools do.
Cry with my mother.
Cry with a long-lost friend.
Watch “Rachel Getting Married” and cry.
Try salvia again. Get bored and ask my roommate for a hit of weed. Watch “Top Model.”
Think for a long time about the idea of teachers doing drugs. Feel scandalized.
Work to conform to all of the American Apparel employee appearance guidelines.
Befriend some one in Solid Gold and talk about them behind their back.
Hang out at Hidden Beach. Talk about hanging out there, but never tell anyone where it is.
Get a record player. Even better, get a broken one and fix it.
Run around town in a sports bra.
Clean the beard hair off the sink.
Donate my vibrating chair to Good Will.
Throw away my Ninetendo DS cases.
Drink tea instead of alcohol (some of these are purely hypothetical).
Quit accidentally running into blind people.
Quit Facebook and tell everyone about it. Come back after a week and say that my week off was “the best week of my life.”
I’ve been saying for a long time that PITT Artist Pens are the best pens ever. I like them so much that when I talk about them, I sound like an advertisement. I figured I might as well see if I can cash in for talking that way so I wrote them an email being like, “Your pens are the pens for me!” They sent me a gigantic package of pens, including their new big pens. That’s a lot of $$ worth of merchandise. Very excited.
There’s some Star Wars thing going on somewhere, the kind of thing that I haven’t actually stopped to read about but have indeed glazed over with my eyes to take in the minimal amount of information necessary. But it’s creating cool art, and I was a Star Wars nerd. I even read the books!
Haha. Edward Hopper.
Something about this photo makes me be like, ” … America.” A) It’s a very beautiful blonde girl, not quite pubescent (so late-1990s-2000s!) B) She’s smoking (so ’50s!) C) It looks very Dorothea Lange, depression-era pastoral (so ’30s!). It’s like many different American eras all rolled into one Lolita picture that makes people feel strange.
Beard alphabet. It kills me!
I put this as the background of my computer so that when someone else uses my computer and sees it, they’ll think i’m an important kind of person who gets to choose typefaces and knows the intricacies of typeface humor.
Here’s my current illustration, still in progress:
still a lot of kinks to work out and areas to fix and finish. it’s a photo by my friend brad. his gf emily, also an illustrator, wants us to do an take on his photos and maybe do a show here or in nyc.
JK - I just wanted to show this cool infographic I found while hunting infographics at work. Check out the big version.
Other cool things I downloaded on Tumblr today:
At first I hated those “Keep Calm and Carry On” posters because they seem like something neurotic people have to broadcast how neurotic they are to everyone around them, but then I found out they were from war days, which made them slightly more interesting. Anyway, I like this though.
Here’s the progress on my current illustration:
Still a lot to do, but it’s growing up so fast, huh?
I was going to draw a person, and I thought it might be funny to draw a person eating a giant hamburger, but I couldn’t find the right picture. But human beings are my favorite animals. They snowboard and drink Coca-Cola and go to psychoanalysts. Animals don’t do any of those cool things. But I like tigers.
Pitchfork music festival happened, but the real rock stars were these rag tag kids from the Midwest. Yeah, the Minnesota Daily crew killed it on coverage. Makes me miss my festival journalism days of yore. READ THEIR COVERAGE.
Album art o the day:
triumph of the GIFs!
how very endearing
i like when artists just say stuff they like. i kind of want to do a project that will combine graphic design, art and writing. something like, “AMERICA.”
a TOWN made of STAPLES? GET OUTTA HERE.
Anyway, I wish more celebrities had Tumblrs, like John Mayer. I kinda wish all celebrities were more like John Mayer. Everything he does is instantly ironic, because he’s John Mayer and he’s lame, but then again his online persona is funny as shit, so he’s caught in this constant paradox of both sucking and ruling.
I’m going to write a novel starring all of the hurricanes from 2008. They are less generically white than I remember hurricanes being. I might leave out Wilfred, or people will not buy it. Maybe Bertha too.
Andy McInnis, Caitlin Hargarten and Sam Thompson are part of Screen Printing: On the Cheap and they won the Feast grant Saturday. When they called Andy’s name, he was hard at work dripping the last drops of beer out of the temporarily unmanned keg. They weren’t really as drunk as they look in this photo.
This is a bench that was on fire at my friend Matt Mead's going away party.
Here’s a shot of a sorry-ass bike rack in Dinkytown. Look how many bikes were stolen. And for some reason the one with the shitty lock just got knocked down and not stolen. I kinda wanted to nick one of those U-locks since I lost mine, but I didn’t know how.
i think this comment on Jezebel sums up the fact reaction to Hamas banning women from smoking hookahs. I love web comments. I could read them all day.
Is M.I.A. a superstar example of a failed online persona?
On M.I.A.’s latest album, /\/\/\Y/\, she does a lot of hating on the Internet. The first track warns that the Internet is practically becoming part of our bodies, and in the bonus track, “Internet Connection,” she raps, “You don’t understand me/What’s the malfunction?/ Internet connection.” She also makes fun of a guy for tweeting at her too often, and in the track “Space Odyssey” she fantasizes that her lines are down and no one can connect to her. Sure, as she said in an interview with Nylon magazine, she genuinely believes that Facebook and Google were invented by the government. And while big brother-style paranoia should definitely be kept alive in the new millennium, I can’t help but wonder if M.I.A. also hates the Internet because she has accidentally created an Internet persona that undermines her credibility with her mainstream fan-base.
The idea that there is a gap between our real life presence and our Internet persona has finally become more of a common idea than an abstract speculation. Usually it’s manifested in joking lines like, “They’re only Facebook hot” (I call this the “Facebook Hotness two-point margin of error,”) or “She’s cool in person but online she seems motherfucking crazy.” A couple years ago, Chuck Klosterman wrote an essay in GQ about how “Hannah Montana” symbolized a unique psychological problem for tweens: The dissonance between their lackluster real-life personality and their hyper-manipulated online personalities. Back then this seemed like a leap, but after Twitter, Foursquare, yada yada all became the territory of those over 18, it is starting to become clear that representing yourself accurately online is a talent.
M.I.A. has always had a controversial online presence. When I wrote a review of her last album, “Kala,” Pitchfork was in the process of making her look completely retarded by re-posting angry, all-caps quotes from her MySpace and pondering if she had gone crazy. Now that she’s tweeted Lynn Hirschberg’s number as punishment for writing an unflattering profile of her in the New York Times, M.I.A. has even further proven that she cannot translate her fiery antics online in a way that her fans will accept.
Here are a few traits that characterize M.I.A.’s online presence:
-She writes in all-caps
-She uses visual decoration
-She uses letter repetition to represent emotional emphasis
-She ignores the current trend of minimal formatting
Basically, she speaks in what I call “Netspeak,” of which all of these are traits.
English is changing on the Internet, but the first people to adopt it are those who do not feel pressure to conform to Standard English. Invert that sentence, and it basically means people in lower socio-economic strata, who are less educated in a traditional manner. That’s why it was so easy for Pitchfork to look intellectually superior just by excerpting her MySpace writing. If you simply converted it into Standard English, it would not seem nearly as “crazy.”
Despite the fact that almost every interviewer (other than Hirschberg) calls her incredibly articulate, and her lyrics prove that as well, online she uses traits that have become associated with “ghetto” English. This goes back to a battle that has forged on in the history of every language. The elite people in power always cling to standardized versions of their language while in the less regulated parts of society, new words and habits are cropping up all over the place that eventually “trickle up” and change the entire language.
M.I.A., being politically against everything that comes with regulation and domination, is actually being true to her beliefs by using this newer, “dirty” brand of netspeak.
Not that I’m saying she is the ultimate example of how an anti-establishment musician should act online. The main purpose of the traits she uses (all-caps, letter repetition) is to express emotion, which suggests that she tends to use the Internet impulsively rather than with careful thought and articulation.
Conveniently, “/\/\/\Y/" ended up being the album that articulated her frustration with the Internet just as her online persona bubbled over the limit that her fans were willing to accept. While it may have been inappropriate for her to tweet the journalist’s phone number, it’s also unfair for hipster kids (her basic fan-base) to expect everyone to conform a standardized, upper-class, mostly-white definition of how you are supposed to act online.
this is a photo shoot from the other day, when i DJ-ed an anti-gravity party using only a DJ app on my phone.
just kidding. i was fake-baking (yeah, yeah, i only do it once in a great while) and the girl was like, “for $5, you can go in the tricked-out, lavender aromatherapy-spraying, face-misting super bed from the future.” so i was like, “i got $5.” it was a veritable space pod so i decided to do an improv photo shoot in there.
Fletcher asked me to make a “No Autographs” sign for his 7th grade boy band, “Da Boyz.” He wanted it to be “Tim and Eric”-style, which basically means do every single thing that real graphic designers hate/is on late night public TV from the ’90s.
Here are the indie album covers that pass my harsh standards today, in order of how cool they are:
Are musicians making their album covers on their iPhones now? Are they downloading Hipster Holga apps that layer one image over the next and then adding light blurs?
I feel like music art just isn’t as exciting as it used to be. Most of the images don’t symbolize anything. Not that they should have to, but it’d be nice sometimes. It’s kind of like chillwave in general. Nothing has to mean anything, it all just needs to create a nice atmosphere … like the feeling of sitting in a kiddie pool and drinking a Bud Light with Lime.
El Guincho’s new EP is out now. For those who don’t know who he is, he was kind of the Spanish answer to Panda Bear last summer. I loved his LP “Alegranza” because it was tropical and layered and he sings in Catalán, which is a language that I have always wanted to learn. On the new disc he covers Cuban songs, I guess, so he’ll probably be singing in Spanish. Pitchfork’s review sums it up well.
that is a tiny sneak peek of my entry for Michael Gaughan’s “Smell the Glove” art show that is going to be at Co. Exhibitions. My fellow intern at Zeus Jones, Fletcher Farley, has seen the whole thing and he says it is “very creepy.”
I’m seeing lots of bad album covers lately. It’s like indie kids are all confused and think they can use a picture of anything and it will be “clever” and “ironic.” Please refer to these principles.
Here’s a bad one:
I’m a little pessimistic about this album in general. Maybe I’m missing something, or maybe it’s my lack of pot smoking, but the first two tracks released were boring. Also, they were short. I want a Panda Bear song to have those cool math rhythms that take awhile and then BOOM switch in the middle, like in “Good Girl/Carrots.”
Here are some good album covers/promo art:
Here are some other pictures I downloaded lately:
thanks for all the fish! if i had to say, “goodbye earth,” i’d thank it for the chicken nuggets instead. then earth would be like, “didn’t you see ‘food, inc.’ dumbass?” and i’d be like “oh yeah, tyson chicken nuggets KILLED you. i forgot.” and earth would be like, “i wanna say ‘go to hell,’ but i just can’t becky lang, because you have a certain spunk to you. and also hell doesn’t exist.” and i’d say, “i knew it!” and earth would be like, “don’t get cocky, you’re talking to a planet here.”
ok i’m done.
(this is actually an album cover. don’t know if i like it as an album cover, but i’m glad it exists.)
john mayer’s gratuitous picture of himself for GPOYW. LOL
ALBUMS I’VE BEEN LISTNIN’ TO LATELY:
Blackbird Blackbird - “Summer Heart LP”
ceo - “White Magic”
Childish Gambino - “Culdesac” - it’s the dude from Derrick Comedy/”Community”
Big Boi - “Sir Luscious …”
Whiz Khalifa - “Kush and Orange Juice”
Best Coast - “Crazy for You”
Other artists I’ve been into:
In case anyone’s looking for recommendations of things 2 download.
"Pushing Daisies" - A metaphor about the reptilian man, AIDS and condoms?
I’ve been watching “Pushing Daisies” and I’m starting to suspect that it is a subtle metaphor about a shift in men’s attitude toward sex. The old attitude was that men like sex but don’t like that it creates babies. The new attitude is that men like that sex doesn’t have to create babies but they don’t like condoms or STDs. And finally, a third attitude has arisen, held by what some might call “the reptilian man.” The reptilian man wants sex to create as many babies as possible while he runs off to other exotic places creating more babies. That man is sad that sex has become impotent.
The basic plot of the show is that this guy, Ned, can bring dead things back to life just by touching them. But he’s gotta be careful, because if they stay alive for more than a minute, someone else dies, and if he touches them again, ever, they die. Occasionally he abuses this power for someone or something he really digs, like his golden retriever and his childhood sweetheart, who looks kind of like Zooey Deschanel plus Isla Fischer but less pretty than both. The former he scratches with a wooden hand, and the latter he kisses through a sheet of Saran wrap. Starting to see the condom metaphor?
Ned, like penises and sperm, has life-giving power. Let’s say Ned uses this power like a traditional mammal that is somewhat of an alpha male. He runs around poking everyone to life and saying, “To hell with the consequences. Life-giving sure is a rush!” It’s all about the numbers. In a sense, this is how human penises are wired.
But remember, when Ned brings someone to life, someone else dies, or the initial person has to die again. In sexuality studies, they point out that condoms have accidentally equated sex with death. During the AIDS-prevention movement, public service announcements about using condoms accidentally made them a reminder that sex can kill. They became the signifier of this paradoxical function of procreating (and all its similar gestures).
Ned realizes his life-giving power has a reaper-faced flip side, and it becomes a real big drag. Nevertheless, his desire for love, lust and affection occasionally leads him to get close to the precipice of letting that big drag happen. He is forced to explore those feelings through a “barrier” that requires constant upkeep and also makes him feel like he’s “missing out on the real thing.”
This works for awhile but leaves Ned with an existential ennui. Every time he kisses through plastic he is reminded that life-giving can equal death, and he has to live with a dulled sensation forever.
The plastic (or the wooden hand) comes to symbolize that sex has become something different to the human psyche than it used to be. It separates sex from its initial function - baby-making - and makes it into a leisure activity that has somehow accumulated death as a possible consequence. This confuses the reptilian man, who doesn’t realize why he’s poking and poking at thin air. Will Ned and the reptilian man develop a new strategy?
Review: “King of the Beach” and also Nathan Williams’ merit as a human
Last year everyone loved to hate Nathan Williams (AKA Wavves) because his album was too lo-fi, he sucked live and he couldn’t hold his drugs well in front of cool European kids. Plus, Pitchfork liked him, so turning up one’s nose was a quick way to show that you didn’t give a shit wat P-fork thought.
Despite my usual urge to be a total lemming by being an anti-lemming, something attracted me to Wavves. Actually, 3 things:
-The array of weird-ass metaphors journalists were coming up with to describe his scuzzy, lo-fi sound. They were all like, “It’s like fiber glass made of fairy dust!” “It’s like a garbage can full of cotton candy!”
-The doubled-up “v” in his name and the tripled-up “v” in his sophomore release “Wavvves.” It was like the extra “v’s” were used to create … waves.
-Most importantly, his talent for mixing fuck-up male energy with artsy psychedelia.
Yes, I enjoyed “Wavvves.” I liked his self-loathing, his outward loneliness, his windy static sound, and his trippy vocal harmonies. The song “Beach Goth” was like a mixture of Panda Bear’s looped nature sounds with the film “Lords of Dogtown.”
Now he’s on his third LP (the second one if we’re counting records that anyone cares about), “King of the Beach” and he has 3 new points of attraction for any reluctant haterz:
-He’s dating the chick from Best Coast, and her album “Crazy for You” is possibly the best album out this year. (Granted, it’s been a bad year.)
-He has somehow copped the late Jay Reatard’s band, meaning that he is no longer just a loner droning away but now charged with the task of carrying on a beloved musician’s legacy.
-Pitchfork rated his album Best New Music, again.
And yeah, ok, they’re probably right. “King of the Beach” is a good album from top to bottom. The lo-fi glare that hung on the last album like smog on Mexico City is gone, which makes it less artsy and controversial. Sad for artsy, controversial kids like me, but oh well. Instead, things are a little bit more Reatarded, as in it has that ’90s punk sound that you’ll keep on because it’s catchy even though it might make your roommates think you’re not old enough to buy cigarettes. Half the songs follow that vein, and the other half are reminiscent of when Panda Bear teamed up with Atlas Sound and made that cutesy “Walkabout” song that made the indie world cream its pants. Weirdly enough, tracks that don’t fit that vein could be dead ringers for Architecture in Helsinki. Totally forgot who they were? Too bad, cuz Wavves is bringing back their twee-muppet sound.
"Mickey Mouse" - Sorry to mention Panda Bear AGAIN, but it looks like Panda Bear’s "Tomboy" might not have quite the majesty or the melodies of "Person Pitch," but at least Noah Lennox has developed a few understudies by now. This track makes with the beach-like loops and the unselfconscious "woooooo oooos" that made me love Wavves in the first place. I think he’s saying, "I never wanna be (something), when the pig in the back of my brain/ Told me that I don’t mean shit." This is exactly the quasi-schizophrenic lyrical tone that Panda Bear is aiming for when instead he falls into un-clever irony - "Do you know what coolness is?" Yeah, it’s dating the girl from Best Coast.
"Green Eyes" - The best of the punk tracks. In case you were wondering, fame is hard for Nathan Williams, just like it is for um, Heidi Montag. As he sings, "My own friends/ Hate my guts/ So what?/ Ah so what?/ Who gives a fuck?" He wines. He yells. He curses. He sings. He even breaks it down at the end: "I’m so lame/ I’m just not man enough." It’s like watching Jennifer Aniston get dumped by John Mayer. There is something relieving about projecting shitty problems onto people a) hotter or b) richer and more successful than you. Since your friends probably don’t hate your guts, you’re bound to feel good that you’re at least more popular than this guy, even though he’s getting more and more famous providing that service for you. Watch out, Williams, or people won’t hate you and then you won’t have anything to sing about.
I visited my mom today and she asked me for advice on how to draw ringlets on her drawing. Isn’t it good? Weird, because my mom taught me how to draw hair back when I still had baby teeth. She is obsessed with creepy baby dolls, and that is her number one art motif.
Then I showed her my self-portrait and we had this conversation:
mom: Becky, the brows. They are much thicker than your brows.
me: yeah, maybe they are.
mom: yes, your brows are QUITE delicate. and you are much prettier than this self-portrait.
me: well you can’t make a self-portrait that makes you look good.
me: dunno, you should look sad or ugly or something.
mom: no, you should make yourself look beautiful!
We visited the Hoesville library and it is bad-ass and huge and kind of “sterile” or “minimalistic” depending on your point of view.
I finally uploaded the pictures on my camera to my computer. Here are some “highlights.”
This is the sunroom from the apartment I’m moving into in September. It is 800% nicer than the current shithole/pizza place I live in. And the rent is cheaper.
Me and Andy put sticker captions on some flight safety instructions for maximum comic effect. This one says “I should have spent less time making him play football and just let him be gay.” His book about screen printing is up for a Feast grant so check it out.
This context-free highlight in Esquire was me. A dorkish secret is I write letters to magazines sometimes. This one was in response to an essay about Being a Man or something. The basic point was that people in America are always looking for someone else to blame and I wrote in about how people like to blame advertising for brainwashing them into being stupid fatties instead of thinking it’s their own fault.
This sign was at the park in my hometown. It made me feel weird.
This is my friend Kara, smoking. There is a definite uptick in the cigarette consumption of everyone around me lately.
I got some paint pens and I painted a self-portrait with them. It’s really lame-looking.
I’m currently a creative intern at a small (12-person) branding firm called Zeus Jones. Things are getting big-time, so they moved last week to a new office, right where the Soo Visual Arts Center used to be. (The Soo moved next door.) It is in an awesome location, right by The Bulldog and Common Roots (yum). Best of all, there are a bunch of murals on the back of the building.
Even the dumpster is artsy.
Huge table. They don’t use cubicles. Their work space is more like a writers’ room, or a giant think tank.
Trivia: I am a terrible photographer
The new office is gorgeous. Part of me can’t believe I went from washing blenders to sipping celebratory champagne and making Keynote presentations about semiotics. Surreal.
haven’t been creating this week cuz i’ve been working and working OUT and also going to bars. EVERYONE MAKE SURE TO READ THE NEW RULE I POSTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS ENTRY. IT IS TUMBLR ETIQUETTE. aren’t we all looking for guidelines for how not to be douchey on social media? there’s mine.
Zeus Jones moved their office today, so I’m working from home right now, and drowning out The View with /\/\/\Y/. This is how I consume media. I think I might eat lunch at Common Roots. That’s my diary for today.
ALSO - SUPER TUMBLR RULE THAT I JUST MADE UP EVERYONE PAY ATTENTION PLEASE
If you are an artsy person, there is a simple ratio you must follow
posting of pretty art things: posting people complimenting you and you saying thanks
It’s ok to respond to responses, but your whole Tumblr should not be screenshots of people saying, “Hey you are sooo talented :)” and you being like “Thanks, I don’t know how I do it, derk derk derk!”
My friend Brad took a picture of these cats in South America. Please check out his website for more bad-ass photography.
I find this bad-ass as well. It’s like, take this boring, stuffy landscape! Pow! Colors! It’s by Chad Wys. Indie kids, listen up (picture that in an Ali G. voice) and check out his gallery of Brutalized Delights. It’s a perfect example of how to make indie art. Take something boring and old and “mark” it to show how digital and irreverent you are.
"Mickey Mouse" is an awesome song on the new Wavves LP "King of the Beach"
It reminds me of this piece by local guy Miles Mendenhall on Bravo’s Art Star. It’s made of penises and stuff and then he ejaculated on it.
Also, art people in New York who keep track of art openings in your Kate Spade planners - you are not allowed to rag on that show. You hating it is just too predictable. It’s reality TV taking art on super sloppily, kind of like me trying to make gourmet mac’n’cheese amongst all the fruit flies in my kitchen. These things are inevitable and not your problem and even a little bit fun.
-You feel bad throwing them away because they are supposed to have “sentimental value” but keeping them around makes you look lame and feel depressed about the insincere/cheesy sentimentality of your life.
I don’t buy cards for anyone, and sometimes I wonder if this makes me look like a prick. Now that I am a College Graduate I feel as if I can no longer get away with this. Anyhoo, since I’m an “artsy person,” I figure, why not make my own?
I made this for my sister Krissy, who turns 30 on the 7th. I couldn’t think of anything to put so I just put some random shit.
i drew some ravers. i like ravers, the same way i like American Apparel models. You can still draw people who have all the angles that our eyes like looking at, but it’s not shallow if you “mark” it somehow with irony.
Also, I had my first group art show at Altered Esthetics. While I was dawdling around trying not to look awkward (there was no wine or beer!) I found this and it made me laugh:
It’s their list of donors and supporters, organized by how much they donated. I looked closely and I was like, “WTF who are these people with weird-ass names?” Then I realized it was all Latin dummy text, and they actually had no real supporters on their giant list. I liked how the dummy text formed such weird fake names, my favorite being Culpa Qui, which my minimal knowledge of Latin tells me means “Blame who?”