Ptown funk

I went out to Provincetown for a brief visit this weekend, in between shifts at the Banana Republic.

Pennie, Arpie and Ray went out on Sunday, staying at a friend's house in Wellfleet, which is why I had the idea to go. I dropped in on two old friends in Chatham Saturday night, where we had bisque, swordfish, champagne and some kind of silly drunken beach stroll.

Met up with Max in Ptown on Sunday afternoon, who from what I can understand, sets up shop in town every summer, fraternizes with homosexuals, tends bar and gets on with the other itinerant seasonals famously. Anyway, he took me and the rest around Commercial Street that night, looking for something worth a damn.

Max, summers in Provincetown.

Ray

Arpiar

In other news, I am a new contributor for Big Red & Shiny, an online art journal looking at art in New England. I just wrote my first review for them about friend Alex Da Corte's show at LaMontagne Gallery in S. Boston. Check it, please.

Lesbian Bars

Every night in Boston makes me think about Jonathan Richman:



isn't he cute?

tush

So, we went to ZuZu's last night for more gays doing big gay things. Some lady asked me if I had the gay mark, and when I said "no" she put a big pink sharpie slash on my wrist. Oh cool, I get it. Teen suicide. please.

The Brandons DJed. LJ was in town. Has anyone else noticed how much this blog blows now that its not about Hartford anymore? wtf.

whats up with all the family-friendly good-times art hanging up at ZuZu?

cute.

Brief Magazine

Recently I became obsessed with this website called Brief Magazine. I don't know what it is or who started it under what auspices or with what goals in mind, but its one of the best things I've ever seen on the internet. I found it after boy genius Max Steele blogged about it, and now I look at it all the time and it makes me late for basically everything.

It appears to be just a collection of found images from across the web or real world, scanned, sent in, catalogued, randomly shuffled and presented in no particular order. However, whoever is curating this thing has a really enviable collection of contemporary slacker art and photography, amateur hometown homoerotics, and/or pictures of guys doing guy things together. Anyway, just look and refresh the site over and over again, repeat.

suMMer sam

I called up Ellen last night so I could get in on her new roommate interviews via speakerphone. Huge conference call. Don't worry about it. When that was over we walked over to River Gods for beers and then called the Brandons to see what was gay. We went over to their place to drink more beers, play Taboo and dance around to '90s shoegazer nostalgia jams 'til the wee morning hours.

I took this picture at River Gods because I'm gay and obsessed with myself.

B

hello Chris

this game.

B's + Zack

Brandon berating Ellen about something

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BYE, KATIE

First of all, I got a job, and I now remind myself of SJP's character from "LA Story"...

Secondly, every one of my pictures from last night is out of focus and unflattering, so I hope you're ready. I am absolutely losing interest in this bullshit blog. Brian just laughed at me because I'm wearing sunglasses indoors to look at the computer screen. I am in such a state right now.

Last night we celebrated Z's birthday, Katie H going off to go get an MFA in Iowa (which is actually terrible and sad for those of us in Boston), me getting a job, and Rizzla and D'Hana's first monthly night at ZuZu's. Obviously we had a long list of reasons to be out and I never wanted to stop cheersing everybody's beer. Thats like my way of networking.

Matt

another Matt

Hey Pen

D'Hana and Rizzla

a fight

SO LONG, KATIE HARGRAVE.

peace bitch hey Adiya

snow revival

Last night we went out to the Brandons' revival party at Middlesex. Its such a good party, I wish they weren't calling it quits. It feels exactly what art school house parties felt like on a Monday. Tons of gays, hot women, Martha Reeves, fashion eyewear, sweat, b.o, and warm whiskey shots.

Speaking of art school dumb hipster crap, while we were dancing and feeling great last night, Dash Snow was in New York, busy dying of a heroine overdose. How glamourous. Anyway, no. I think the only thing I ever liked about Dash Snow was his cool name and wondering if the coke in his Biennial installation was real. Its been such a bad month for celebrities. If I were a celeb, I think I would just stay at home, lock the door and turn off the phone.

what an indelible loss.

beauties

From the last few days:

hello beautiful

Ben's raging multi-culturalism

babes

uggghhh more babes.

Jin, Pennie, Ike

so beautiful. milky way, JP.

lone wolf's final todo mundo party at milky way

hello gorgeous.