Briefly

A thing that is weird: the depth of people's desire to have someone take a picture of them and post it on the internets. I guess I'd sort of confronted this fact several years ago when I became old-person-aware of cobrasnake and misshapes (old-person-awareness is when you are old like me and you become vaguely aware that the kids are doing some new thing, but you do not fully grasp why they would do this thing, and you feel a sinking in the pit of your stomach that this is the future because it seems pretty fucking lame, but then maybe you're no longer able to accurately diagnose lameness because you are so old), but I confronted it up close and personal this weekend. We went to an event at LACMA called LA Flash, which was basically a cool exhibit of photography of street styles in 1973, but they were comparing it to street style today as well, so they were taking photos of the guest's street style. Here's the thing: you had to wait in line to have your photo taken, and people were all waiting in this crazy long line so that someone would take a picture of them and put it on the internet. Is it really that hard to get your picture on the internet? Have you run into so many roadblocks in this quest that you're forced to pay $10 admission and stand in an endless line? Apparently the answer is an enthusiastic yes (n.b. that we did not pay admission because I lied to a dude and said that we were looking for someone that we had lost, which I feel bad about but we got there super late and I did pay $8 for a Heineken). Adrian also blogged about this, so if you're into Rashomon-style dueling blogs, here you go. Adrian would probably also like me to mention that the most likely source of my bad attitude is that my street style is wack, whilst hers is fresh.