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Press Pause Art Show

December 19, 2005


Uff. Uffuffuff. I am in a wicked introspective mood and I think it may be due to subtle manic depression. Not quite Robin Williams yet, don't worry. This bit of brood has been brought to you by "Sad Songs of Kishore Kumar". Indeed, good tunes for a bad Monday. Let us glance back to happier days, like Friday.

Now I know that many of you who know me through this blog and all of you who know me through Flickr think of me mainly as an animal that parties a lot. Nothing could be further from the truth. I do however like to take pictures of my friends partying a lot while I accompany them solely for professional reasons. See, I used to live in the boonies, the stix, the suburbs, NORTH YORK. My movement from Keele & Finch to Queen West has taken over two years, mind-numbing weekends, numerous domestic brawls due to cabin fever, and a toll on my sanity. Rajbo and I have survived, we have conquered urban sprawl, a complete lack of kin relations, insane roommates, and each other. If there ever was a time to spend all weekend dancing my ass off then that time is bloody well NOW.

On that note, this past weekend was good times. Friday was the Press Pause show, they turned their living room into an art gallery. It was intense, the carpet had been ripped out and the walls were covered with awesome products of serious talent. I bought the spade:

Lease

Wish I wasn’t such a broke ass so I could have given them more support and given my walls something to call their own. The house was full and the vodkees were flowing. There was some amazing slow dancing...with people and bottles:

Slow DanceDancing like it's 2099

I didn’t get a picture of Bird getting rowdy (that happens when the dancing stops), boo, that shit was hot. I’m cultivating a Photo-Face, like Lindsey Lohag’s, so that I look the exact same in every picture like in the below picture with Seven. The look is called Tuck n Peek, thanks Cee Pee. I would also like Homesick to be present in every background.

Nice headband2 Quarters of the Party Crew

Cee Pee, we cannot be in the same picture again for at least 2 weeks (I can't be in any more pictures, period). We look like total camera hoors. And we have the same looks on our faces every time. I watch too much America's Next Top Model, what's your excuse?

posted by Neha
5:26 PM

8 Comments:

Anonymous bird said...

the tuck and peek, while having extreme 'come hither' qualities, also sometimes make you look like you are hiding a gross deformity on your right eye. whatcha got to hide hey? that said keep doing it, all the time. all the time.

12/19/2005 08:09:00 PM  
Blogger Neha said...

so like i moved your comment from the below post to this post here as this is the one you were commenting on. this ain't no democracy, bird, gotta colour within the damn lines.

my iranian eyebrow threading lady has convinced me that my right eyebrow is "teeker" than the left. i leave it big to cover my third nipple, which some racist folk think is my third eye. aum.

12/19/2005 08:13:00 PM  
Anonymous CeePee said...

I have no excuse, its simply my natural beauty shining through.
BEAUTY!
SHINE!

12/20/2005 11:11:00 AM  
Anonymous CeePee said...

PS
Threading? What is it? How does it work? Rupa does that ish down the street to ladies too...
Details, try to stay away from gross ones tho...

12/20/2005 11:12:00 AM  
Anonymous CeePee said...

PPS
We are camera hoors, henceforth the updated Myspace photos and the great demand for them every weekend.
CAMERA WHORES!!!
We loves it.
At least I do. yeisssssssss.

12/20/2005 11:14:00 AM  
Blogger Neha said...

eyebrow threading is the best thing to come out of asia since the zero. tightly twisted thread is twisted and untwisted over a hairyass surface to remove hair quickly and with precision. this is why my eyebrows look like they have been placed in perfection by the hand of some unseen god.

12/20/2005 11:44:00 AM  
Blogger Neha said...

you think the pics were appreciated? i'm thinking of switching careers to party-photog. i'm the photog that takes pictures of your drunk uncles instead of the bride at your wedding.

12/20/2005 11:46:00 AM  
Anonymous CeePee said...

O course!
Gotta remember to take them tho, rather then enjoy the fruits (booooose)of your labour. Cats love getting pics taken.

12/20/2005 12:18:00 PM  

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