Thursday, March 01, 2007
FLOP ART
Jocko Weyland is hosting an art show at an abandoned hotel on Sunset. I believe this is the hotel with the empty pool that him, Buddy and Charnoski have been skating? Sorry if that was a secret. I also think he told me this is the hotel where Divine died? Anyway, i thought this was one of the better art show invitations i've ever gotten. I'm still not going, though. Fuck art, let's kill.
Elk Gallery at The Regency
March 4th, 2007
1-6pm
7940 Hollywood Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90046
Nicole Andrews
Gerardo Castillo
Rick Charnoski
Bill Daniel
Frank Grow
John Brinton Hogan
Sue Huang
Brian Kennon
Julie Lequin
MachineHistories
Doug Magnuson
Rene Margritte
Coan Nichols
Daniel Pineda
The Regency is at 7940 Hollywood Blvd, between Fairfax and Laurel. Park on Hollywood, Fairfax, Selma or Laurel. Walk to the driveway directly west of the Regency. Climb over the fence and proceed south along the side of the building until you come to a chair on your left. Use the chair to climb over the wall and then go straight ahead into the Regency. Please be advised that by attending the exhibition you will be trespassing and thereby are subject to the possible consequences of breaking the law. If you see a security guard upon approaching The Regency do not attempt to enter. If any neighbors are around walk by and return when they are gone. Also keep in mind that you will have to climb two five-foot high walls and that sensible shoes are recommended due to debris and other obstacles in the rooms. Another consideration is exposure to asbestos. The Regency does not have bathroom facilities, though that does not necessarily mean you can’t go to the bathroom there.
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Art is usually so fuckin' jerkoffy, this is the best thing I've heard of in a while.
"If any neighbors are around walk by and return when they are gone."
"The Regency does not have bathroom facilities, though that does not necessarily mean you can’t go to the bathroom there."
Ha ha
Yaaaaaarghhhh!!!
I am screaming like Howard Dean at the discovery of more Carnie prose. Stokeadelic McGillicruddy's all around.
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