If I’m ever in need of a lawyer, I’m pretty sure I’ll call him. This, by the way, is not my photo. Mine had a stop light covering the dude’s face.

Looks a little like Rob Zombie, no?

So today we went to a gallery that was in the middle of an industrial wasteland-ish sort of place to see an exhibit that opened a couple of days ago, which contains two of my husband’s photographs. The exhibit itself was very art-y, complete with flashing video installation set on a loop, and a piece that required you to walk through black curtains to view in complete darkness. While it was interesting, it didn’t capture my attention quite as much as the bizarre location of the art space. It would appear they rented out some abandoned storage space and set up shop. The doors to the gallery, studio, and office were all completely wide open, but no one was around. Empty beer cans and packs of American Spirits were all over the place, and it’s super windy in Austin right now, so debris was blowing everywhere, smacking into corrugated metal. I actually got a little creeped out. It was like walking into a horror movie, you know something bad is going to happen, it’s just a question of what. Obviously I have an overactive imagination – we left without incident, but also without the awesome t-shirt of a big ass deer with bats flying out of its head that I wanted. Oh well.

The lounge