Hello followers. Hello party believers. Last night Ellen picked me up in a ridiculous Nissan Cube (not kidding) and took me down to Hartford, our spiritual home. We went because our baby brother Kevjn Kelly had his thesis project on display at the Art School. He makes a lot of videos and short movies, and for this installation called Known Unknowns, he had a giant dark room with four wall-sized video projections. All of his friends star in the movies, naturally, and then all of his friends attended wearing Kevjn's project logo emblazoned on snazzy navy blue sweatshirts: OPa or: Objet Petit a. Its about seeing and believing, branding, Lacan, religious/political doxa, and Kevjn's forceful interrogation of how we're going to deal with that whole mess.
It was good that I went. I love Kevjn and I'm glad I could support him for this, and anyway it feels good that school is finally over for the people I love and went through it with. It feels a little like we're all finally growing out of that place and we should all keep working and we're all gonna do it together, separately. It came up in conversation, and it bears repeating, but not one of us is really cut out for conventional work, and we're no good at holding down jobs. Whatever. The race is on to see who can carve out a profitable art career first and then lift the others up out of the inevitable mindless day-gigs we're forced to resort to. Its a happy contest among friends that ought to keep us poor but not miserable.
Kevjn Kelly, center wearing a gray blazer
Later on, Sutanya and Gabi
total babe Mary
blues traveler John Kane
KK and Ellen
Saturday night magic carpet ride
the eternal Seahorse bond
Gabi pantomimes "fresh produce"
real wavy Cj Day
Girl, fuck that job.
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