i had a great weekend although it got off to a rather rancid start. tom parker had the brilliant idea that we should trek out to the outer reaches of bushwick to view an art installation some kid had painstakingly created from roadkill. he constructed a male and female monster out of various body parts and pelts. i'm not sure what i was expecting but i definitely questioned our decision to eat white castle on the subway over there as soon as we entered the space. i will post pictures below. upon entry we were hit with a putrid smell. it wasn't exactly rot, it wasn't exactly, death, maybe it was just the odor of 'hipster of dubious intelligence.'
the creatures were laid out on several motel bath towels. i think the artist responsible was dressed as the good humor man.
yes, that is a penis fashioned from a vulture's neck and head. and yes i think his torso was at one time someone's dog. it was upsetting, smelly and a waste of time. since tom was late to meet us, we waited for him at the dominican restaurant next door where they checked my purse for weapons before letting us into the empty bar. the music was too loud for us to hold a conversation so we waited for tom at the gas station near the subway.
then kory headed to a benefit his friends were throwing and tom and i met up with aaron to head to our friend, kevin's party.
the party was fantastic! saturday, kory and i did some walking around bedford where we saw the lead singer of 'the national.' we also got some bubble tea and then went to our friend, allison's bday potluck. it was a delight!
sunday... we went to see deer tick and the felice brothers at speigelworld. we had soooo muuuch fun:)
a few more pics below. my costume was extreeeeemely last minute and basically consisted of one of my mom's vintage dresses from the 70s, false eyelashes, garish liquid liner and brows, a beauty mark, hairspray and look of bumbling dementia.
i was:
barroness oosa von filth, widow to a former nazi sympathizer who had fled to argentina following wwii. hey, she looks pretty good for an 83, year old woman, pickled in gin who still thinks it's 1974, right?
in case you were wondering, oliver went as a dog who is unable to lick his genitals.