I HATE ART...the fancy kind

Hey Doodies

I just got back from Surface Magazine's Avant Guardian party..whoo haaa fantsy pantsy...whatever! After being bounced around at the door, they had to determine what list we were on...go figure...the annoyed intern at the door was kind enough to let us in. thx dude, I'm not being sarcastic. Now comes the sarcasm, first off the line up looked like the line to view a deceased person. Everyone was in black, these design/photo junkies seen to have a repugnance for color. No one was smiling but us...I rolled 6 deep, just incase the party was lame we could make our own. The photo work was alright, some better than others but over all nothing new. The whole event got me thinking about snobbery and elitism. I couldn't help but picture these people stepping over homeless people and what nots while discussing on thier iPhones how horrible the African Aids epidemic is and it's great that the new Frank Gehry building was inspired by Rwanda Genocide. Weird huh....man I hope this junkprints thing works out cuz I really don't want to do menial creative work in these types of environments ever again. I hate feeling like what I make is irrelevant to my surroundings. I can stomach it not being imperative for survival...but irrelevant is like donating Prada bags to Katrina victims.