It's here kids. Tomorrow morning marks the end of eight years of bullshit, lies, greed, and terror in the name of Christ. Can you believe it? The first black man in the WHITE house. The first intelligent, charismatic, not-ignorant American President in almost a decade. Holy shit. And he's 47?? Might we really get our face back?
I'm headed to DC in an hour, armed to the teeth with film. I've heard rumors of an expected FIVE MILLION people. Though that can't be realistic, I plan to shoot the life out of it (not literally of course).
If you're going to be down there, email me: email@example.com. Not that we'll be able to find eachother, but we can try.
Wish us luck, and hope that we don't have a rerun of the West Haven, Connecticut experience.
I am in charge of marching the Darling army. I like paints, painters, paintings, and painted things. I like photos and writing , boards with wheels, drums, typewriters and wheat beer. I like documentaries, 35mm, and video. Darling is mostly me, sometimes a multitude of others.
I like newspapers, black and white, and British humor. Airplanes are my resting place, and I'm still shocked anyone would ever rent me a car. I can name that artist like you can name that street. Tell me and I will forget, but I will remember later I promise. I pay attention.