Didn't leave the house once this weekend, except to go to work for three hours on Saturday. Its Sunday morning now and I can't see leaving today either. Forget it, especially that its snowing. 
Chelsea made me this
sister Katherine came over and brought a friend whose real name is James Dean. we smoked too many cigarettes and now my throat is in ecstacy.
pretty Jolie
KK, Marissa and Muse
gold bowl
total freedom living at homeMy baby bought me a delicious steak and a bottle of wine at Trumbull Kitchen on Wednesday night at then we picked up long lost Victor to meet KNS at Barca for cocktails and dancing. It was fun. There were tons of Brazilians at Barca being sexy and exotic. I missed every other party I had planned on going to. We went over to Vibz too late to see Jovan play, unfortunately. When I walked in like, three huge doormen started pawing me up and down and demanding a $10 cover charge. Never ever pay covers in Hartford. Ever. Nobody earns that money and the management is desperate for you to be there anyway.
I heard that Vegas Blvd was crowded and fun. Tons and tons of regulars, plus hundreds of out-of-towners. I would have gone, but Brian F, KNS, Calvin and Victor were being so hilarious and I was happy/thankful (gay) to be were I was.
KNS
Victor and Brian F
best couple ever: KNS and Gordon
the only other attractive couple
dj mal
popped collars and everything
hey Calvin
tons of Brazilians everywhere. real difficult to decide who's gay and who's not.
Native Americans like Squanto are always portrayed as exotic and sexy. Also, Ang Lee's The Ice Storm is the only good Thanksgiving movie as far as I'm aware of.
What a long night yesterday was... I started off going down to New Haven to tour the Yale art school, a small New England liberal arts college, and talk to painters currently studying in the program. All I have to say is that Rochelle Feinstein is a babe and David Antonio Cruz is a star. I ran into old Vermont Studio Center friend Erika Wastrom who was also touring, and we both decided that we would rather languish in provincial obscurity than go to Yale (which we've been doing really well-- she lives on Cape Cod and me in Hartford). Oh well!
I rushed home so I could change my shoes and go to the opening at the Joseloff gallery at the University of Hartford. It's a great big show of recent photography called The Linked Ring. I didn't really catch the curatorial gist of it because the magic of Ellen Carey was blinding me and I could hardly hear or see anything over the din and luster of her conversationalism and captivating beauty. But I did gather that the show is probably worth another, more thoughtful visit.
After that I took Tim Riccio and Sarah Kelley home with me for another glass of wine and several costume changes before we went to Real Art Ways for Carol Padberg's opening celebration. We all looked really great and strangers wanted to fuck us. 
Carol Padberg, Face Value, installation at Real Art Ways:
Here's just a partial view of Padberg's mural-size installation. I like art that removes itself and presents itself at the same time. There isn't exactly an art object to display. Its just flat vinyl and flocking material adhered directly to the wall. It is both decorative and substantive, organized and scattered. It is a mirror image of itself, reflecting dualities back and forth, employing text to say nothing. Carol mentioned Bauhaus, Dada and Surrealist creative exercises for developing new imagery. These are strains of modernism that have been occupying her work for some time.
this man is dressed perfectly
Carol Padberg
Kyle Phillips
Cathy Pelkey and Julie B
Fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant, Peter
LJ
beautydude Tim Riccio
look who I spotted! goldenboy Eric Spalding
big huge sunset
Room 960:
somebody invited a bunch of oompa loompas on rollerskates to 960...
they were cute I guess, just kind of rolling around.
