WE ARE FUCKED

The biggest event of my final year of college is gone. This morning, I learned that Vox Populi is going to be closed. The gallery and all other occupants of this building are to be out of the premises in 30 days.

Vox has been, to me at least, one of the few spaces for interesting art to appear. This comes as a serious shock to not just my classmates because this is where our senior show was to be held, but to the art community in Philadelphia.

So we are looking for a new space to have our show. If you have any leads, please contact me immediately.

My Friend from Memphis
photographs by Huger Foote
at the Sol Mednick Gallery at The University of the Arts

In my mind, the perfect real estate photograph wouldn’t be a visual record of what the house looks like. Appearances do matter, but in the end, a house is just another place to hide when the weather gets really iffy. I think though, that I would like to live in the house photographer Huger Foote (”hew-gar,” say it with me) currently resides. Of course, let’s just say I’ve have always been fascinated with the South (My happiest memories of US History in high school were spent with Shelby Foote, who is coincedentally the father of Huger). Its the rebel child of the United States. It’s always trying to break off from the rest of the country. Rather than trying to sever its ties with the nation by starting major wars, it chooses to isolate itself by customs. Maybe, its just those southern accents that throw us off.

Complex by composition and subject matter, these images do nothing to clear any of these mysteries up. It’s not hard to see these photographs kinship to another southern photographer, William Eggleston. In the case of “Untitled (p. 64),” not only are the reds are rich enough to devour, but they rival the reds of Eggleston’s dye transfer prints. Foote’s photographs keep their southern secrets silent but someday I’ll figure them out. Not by countless hours of intense critical research. Not by visiting every Civil War reenactment I can find. I think I’m just going to have to live there.

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http://www.hamiltonsgallery.com/photographers/Huger%20Foote/hugerfoote.html

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you kids are so funny.

i deny nothing, except having a father.

ive never liked emo except when we didnt call it emo.

the only happiness i can ever achieve is through material possession

BUY ME THINGS!!!

a quick overview of things:

photograph
read 3 books for senior seminar by next week
organize sugartown merch table
organize uarts print fundraiser for sugartown
buy tickets for eighty fucking billion people
continue moving things into my new apartment
order telephone and DSL service
prepare work for senior catalog
write press releases for mednick gallery
write review of huger foote show for seminar
go to my job and not think about my own personal list of things
remember that its only the beginning of the semester

its the end of an era; and my posture will thank me. some nights, i wind up just on the floor, doing my best to keep quiet. other nights, i have the chance to get the air mattress together, but frankly, it just has no back support.

ive spent the last couple weeks, hands crunched up in my pockets, trying my best to stand up properly. my shoulders slouch over, they are exhausted.

im exhausted. the last six months have been exhausting.

i just want to go home.

i want my bed back. i want my stereo right next to me, and i want to dance around in my room to all my favorite records.

soon, it will happen.

give me a weekend.

aaaah.

to everyone that has written me since wednesday the tenth in the year two thousand and one:

i swear im going to write back in the next couple of days.

this is dedicated to the all the men out in the crowd

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you asked, i answered, i put that stupid nude i had to do for photo one back up. i hope youre happy.

Sugar Town, a monthly night dedicated to female bands and DJ’s, debuts at The Balcony (above the Trocadero on 10th and Arch) on Thursday, January 11 at 9 p.m. with Sarah Dougher, Kara Lafty, and Cynthia Mason. Admission will be $6.

Sarah Dougher is a writer, activist, ancient literature professor, and Portland-based singer-songwriter with recordings on the Mr. Lady (Walls Ablaze) and K (Day One) labels. She’s also been a member of The Crabs, Lookers, and Cadillaca (with Sleater-Kinney’s Corin Tucker).

Kara Lafty led the supercharged pop of Moped and Sonny Sixkiller throughout the ’90s, and is now gigging around town, solo.

Cynthia Mason was the winner of City Paper’s Creepiest Chamber Pop Songstress (in a good way).

DJ’s Sara Sherr, Maura Johnston, Maria Tessa Sciarrino, and MJ Fine will be spinning the best records by our favorite women in punk, new wave, pop, indie, and more.

The name Sugar Town comes from an excellent Nancy Sinatra song about leaving bad weather behind and going to a mythical place called Sugar Town, a pretty apt metaphor for the mood that we’d like to create at this event.

If you or someone you know would like to play a future Sugar Town, please contact Sara Sherr (feel free to drop her a line if you’d like to DJ) or give us your girlband wishlist (local or otherwise). If youre interested in selling something at our upcoming merch table (zines, art, clothes, etc), contact me. As always, serious inquiries only.