03 December 2005. 9pm. Saturday Night’s all right for prowling. Art prowling. Quest for the creative within. Free food scamming. Hangar hopping. Spontaneous itinerary followed this path:
This cheerful gentleman was spotted Friday evening at LACMA’s free jazz patio scene, near the booze line. Shirt: Salmon. Pants: Coral. Belt: Turqoise. Belt Buckle: Spangled. Shoes (not pictured): Blood Red.
Coffee in hand, it was now time to do some Sound Walking. Choices included live sound shows, interactive sidewalk installations, in-store installations and a swarms of people sharing funky headphones at every turn.
Sunday evening found me at the tofufest enjoying tofu soup, tofu tostada, spicy tofu taco, tofu ‘n’ edamama, unagi tofu, etofucetera, etofucetera…nothing like eating creamy healthy delight while ozomatli grooved to a gorgeous sunset over smog-laden downtown.
You gotta love the buffmonster’s li’l monsters. They’re cute and curvy with f###d-up x-eyes and pretty much ubiquitous in LA. Some have horns, others have nipples coming out of the tops of their heads. They’re tough to miss in my neighborhood.
