music + pictures

Oh, the industry of the American Wedding...

To celebrate our major accomplishments through the conventions of Event Planning, I'd like to share our funnest finds to date.

First, our photog extrordinaire Maggie Conley of Mystic, Connecticut. Although we will probably pass, she will do nude shoots for $450. (Note: probably = definitely)

Second, our (still unconfirmed) musical performer DJ DMAC, hailing from the District. This decision is not to preclude impromptu performances by the trained or untrained at any given moment. Did I mention open bar?

While there remain a few things left unfigured-outed (such as ceremony protocol, hors d'ouvres selection, bridal shoe color, etc), we'd like to provoke debate over the qualifications and obligations of this guy:

Engaged!

Graffiti Research Lab @ MOMA

G.R.L. @ M.o.M.A. from fi5e on Vimeo.

Amazing... four years of development, starting back from "Graffiti Taxonomy" (if not earlier?). Go Terps.

Grace Auction

Greetings

This Saturday, CG and I will attend the annual Grace Auction. The lessons learned after last year were:

1. No, we really don't have any money.
2. No, we really don't need anything. Besides a thesis project and something worth a damn for the studio final presentation in less than two weeks. Crap. Crap.

But there will be great food, and potentially potent mixed drinks ("The Blue Hawaiian"). So we will have to bid on something. So we're going to look for wedding presents, since we have three or so weddings to deal with in the coming months.

Here is this year's catalogue. Your suggestions are solicited.

(Note: I've already been informed I am not permitted to bid on the Lego Basket for myself.)

that whuhhzzzz TOO close

laser cats. lock and load.

buddies

[ed. note: contrary to Fiver's analysis, Buddy did not "lose". he did finish an admirable second, one of only two doggs to break 1000 total votes (finishing with somewhere around 3500 votes). and for the record, the SOB that won was cheating way longer than we were. i mean, seriously, no one would honestly vote for a fleabag in sunglasses over 4000 times.]

















Vote Buddy.

So...

My parents got a new dog. They entered his picture into their newspaper's beagle photo contest. And now, he's a finalist.

Vote Buddy.

The image in the newspaper is perhaps the worst picture I've ever seen of a dog in my life. It doesn't even look like a dog. For that reason alone, I ask for your ballot-stuffing powers. Vote for Buddy. Do not be distracted by the utter adorableness of Susie or Fiona. They wouldn't vote for you (I have proof). But Buddy would. Buddy would vote for your photo again and again, and he would get all of his friends to vote for you, too (except Susie and Fiona because they're like so in to themselves).

And yes, my parents' dog's name is "Buddy." They could only rescue him from so much...

Vote Buddy.



Also, happy birthday, Miguelito Weizenstein.

we have a little school project

Grace needs some ideas for their front entry. We're on it, but it will require lots of intensive field work.



(Pro bono, of course. Like we get paid. I don't think architects get paid until they're at least 48.)