Sometimes we’re let out of our cages to terrorize the city. Or at least to ditch our cohorts and buy some art-horts.
I’m pretty sure you guys are sick of me waxing Brazilian about Blake Wright and his general badassery, so I’ll leave you with one parting image before we move on…
…to the rad pants worn by one mister Erik Schuessler.
That picture was taken mere moments before Hammertime. Anyway, on Friday night, I gathered my gaggle of man friends and hit up Guerilla Arts for the joint Blake N’ Erik show, which is not what it was called.
Dudes, there were so many captions on the guys’ art that I should have gotten a damn Personal Pan Pizza after reading all that shit. Not that I’m complaining, of course. The boyfriend and I loved it all so much that we bought ourselves some hot-tubbin’ ghosties. I’m putting each piece’s caption underneath it so you can get the full wrecks in effect:
Ghosts love to go hot tubbing only parrots can see them, and they keep their distance.
Ghosts love large family portraits so much they tend to build theme parks around them.
Ghosts can only float so high, after a while they need help so they get ghost ladders, but this one was caught on the clock tower.
Ghosts are always very generous at birthday parties, however no one really sees ghost gifts so they feel unappreciated sometimes.
I was super impressed that Erik is so talented at photography that he can both travel back in time and also capture the supernatural on film. Those skills alone mean that his work is gonna skyrocket in price by, like, 4:30 this afternoon, so you should probably go to Guerilla Arts and buy it right now. Trust me: I’m the one who gave Martha Stewart all her advice on the stock market.