Oh, Carlos.

Last night, I went to see an “installation” in a graduate student’s basement. The work was so bad and artists so obnoxious, I justified my wasted time and gas money by swiping the fall issue of Purple Magazine off their coffee table. It contains a 20-page profile on, of all people: Dash Fucking Snow.

Posted November 23, 2008 at 10:30am || home

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