January 24, 2009 @ 3:29 pm by sean
A photography project where Simon Hogsberg, the photographer, stopped 55 strangers and asked them what they were thinking right before he stopped them. And gave us a portrait of each person. Although it doesn’t answer the question of what that person who we pass was thinking, it answers questions about what people where thinking when they passed someone.
He has some other neat projects on there too.
I drive passed Blackjacks Gentleman’s Club once a week. The thoughts are usually the same – There are no gentleman in there. It’s not an uncommon notion. This time the thought went as far as starting a gentleman’s club. Maybe because I’ve never really been in a formal club I want to be. And gentlemen seem to be in clubs. Anyway, I thought it’d be fun to have a gentleman’s club where gentlemen and want-to-be-gentlemen get together and discuss gentlemen, and what it means to be a gentleman in various aspects of life, and how to be a gentleman, gentlemen in history, and so on. And also various topics not related to, but acceptable topics to be discussed by gentlemen. That’s a funny word when looking at it so many times. It could be a once a month thing, once a week thing. But it’d have to be dedicated. I don’t suppose a proper gentlemen gathering could be anything but dedicated.
For the garlic and rosemary roasted potatoes we made for dinner on Thursday I was cutting up the garlic and smashing it with my hands (I couldn’t figure out a better way). I took a nap yesterday and woke up and my hands smelled profusely of garlic. I didn’t want to wash it off because it smelled good and reminded me of how delicious those potatoes were, but was slightly ashamed attend Jeffery Carl’s gallery opening with garlic hands.
Jeffery Carl’s gallery opening was significant, at least for the evening. But I haven’t concluded any of the thoughts, and may not.