LA LA LOVELY WEEKEND.

damn. someone doesn't like rambo. So this weekend was a slow and lazy follow up to the most amazing night ever. We're (the little swoon art army) all having a bit of post-partum depression with the show being up at deitch. Anyway, the weekend featured getting totally tanked at royal oak, missing a slip and slide party, getting a bottle thrown out of a car at us and the little messenger crew we rode there with, a fabulous rooftop bbq at ariston's and a tiny watergun fight. this morning on my ride to work i saw some terrifying shit. i'm riding down 9th st stopped at 5th ave and this semi-punk looking kid is walking across the street. an unmarked car pulls up next to him as he's about to cross the street, a plainclothes officer comes out and cuffs the kid. i mean, holy shit. let the roundups & detentions begin. unfortunately i couldn't get a pic or the plate number. i wanted to go back and get a pic but after nearly being arrested a couple weeks ago for taking a pic of a cop i felt a bit gunshy, as there was no discreet way to do it. i'm sorry. then a few minutes later i screamed bloody murder at this nasty old man who was leering at me on my bike. it was an interesting interaction because i was just really honest. "do you know how fucking creepy it is to have disgusting old men staring at you all the time you sick fuck?" this is after getting groped by a drunk polish dude on saturday night. and people wonder why women are unfriendly on the street. like as if it's fun to be constantly aggro and surly. anyway, i'm feeling all chipper now, after some coffee and a fantastic weekend with some of the nicest folks around. roll with the punches and do what you can to make things better.