Ed Ruscha towel
towels are a bit irrelevent here in the middle of winter, especially as I am, as of this morning, on a trip to the snowy mountains of California for the long weekend (with my fabulously obscene new gay friend Anthony)
if my enthusiasm is slightly lacking its because its 4.30am and I'm 3/4 of the way through an assignment that was due yesturday, actually the day before yesturday, and the topic of my essay is a film about transgender culture in New York in the late 1980's. As it happens while writting this I am wearing an unnecessarily bright tracksuit like jacket that I bought from the best op shop in the world GOODWILL, where I also purchased a rather dashing navy blue one piece ski suit for 9.99, including the lift tickets still intact from 1997.
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