i would bother with the giant lessons ive learned this month. but writing about the 40th gala opening film fest in ann arbor (that 16mm thang) is more entertaining.
i really hate the film industry. put a camera in their face and they are whores like everyone else. exposure before art
also this particular festival fetishizes 16mm film.
but my friend interned in drag (i would kill for his legs and waist)
i had to serve food in a blue wig
i was wearing a hanson shirt
i ended up going home with 2 bottles of vokda and five feet of sandwhich.
yeah i know a little excesive, but turkey is expensive these days.