Isn’t it Ironic
Just returned from my former city Rochester where I spent many a night with a glass of wine giggling about my friends absurd nature. But isn’t that what we always do with friends. Kris mocked my last post since I referenced They Might Be Giants… so my new quest is to title my posts with bad lines from songs from white bands that a respectable black women should not sing at the top of her lungs while driving in the car. If you know me, you know that I have a set of pipes.
While in the Roc, Dan and I visited the George Eastman House to see shows on gender and Masked Mexican wrestlers. But the highlight of our visit was a show titled The Tease: Burlesque Performers from the 50’s and 60s. In the days since, it has closed. But what was fascinating about these hundreds of pictures of women peforming their winks to the camera was how the images were crudly drawn on top of to add clothing. This was done to make sure these images could appropriately be hung in theater windows…
I love photography that is manipulated, but never thought of it this way… and well, isn’t that Ironic . (Okay it isn’t but neither is rain on your wedding day…)
MBG
MGB – great idea for titling your entries, maybe you’ll be inspired to blog more so i can see what you’re thinking about… but
be careful you don’t wear it out like a three year old might do
To be fair and for the blog record – it was The Barenaked Ladies that I made fun of you for… Ooops – just touched my eye – have to go and wash my hands! xo
To be fair and for the blog record – it was The Barenaked Ladies that I made fun of you for… Ooops – just touched my eye – have to go and wash my hands! xo