Bad Art, Good Art, and a Little Texas Hold 'Em

Yes, it was another exciting weekend in the life of L, that terribly glamorous young girl-about-town!

A slightly sloshed evening of poker was in the cards on Saturday, as my artistic friend Brandt celebrated his birthday with yummy tidbits and very small dogs. We played according to the usual rules, and I actually won a hand this time!

Of course I also folded quite frequently, as you can tell from the simply enormous forehead crease above.

Hopefully he will enjoy his gifts from me: two lovely cult classic flicks: Black Tight Killers (featuring '60s Japanese gangsters and female assassins brandishing razor-sharp records!) and Vampyres (a lushly atmospheric lesbian vampire classic)

On Friday, I went to an Absolutely Horrible art show called Gala Corina, which made me want to cry. One or two artists seemed to be going somewhere interesting, but the rest seemed to be obsessed with smiling flamingos, clowns, not-so-good portraits, deadly dull photography and perplexing landscapes and things. Someone has finally discovered the artistic equivalent to being nibbled to death by mice, I'm afraid.

However, it may possibly be the:

because I've never felt so astoundingly sober in my entire life.

However, the weekend was not lost because I also went to a fun little show at an alternative space, Kama Gallery in Ybor City. Kym O'Donnell (associated with Experimental Skeleton and Flight 19) had a very interesting and teensy tiny little show called "I'll Never Learn", which featured black-and-white photography of an imaginary 1960s mod pop singer named Candy Shire-- using a faux documentary style series of images that also feature the "oddest orchestra".

However, the orchestra was really Tampa's Handshake Squad, who apparently hate pop music, but revel in slightly odd lyrics and a mixture of musical styles.

That's all for now. I need to eat some cheese.