Two of the trio shown here (Bart Exposito and Henry Taylor) are not the artists featured in the opening at Cirrus Gallery last night. Mega mea culpa... I failed utterly in documenting the presence of artsts Todd Hebert and Jason Meadows at the show. Bad, bad, bad. Self flagellation with slender sharp lashes. BAD Dennis. Mea culpa maximus.
I can't seem to get over the feeling of social exploitation and risk of dampening lively conversations with a camera lens. As you might notice, I've been using movies more often in this blog... and there are many scintillating conversations that I would like to capture without killing the butterflies. Last night was no exception at dinner at the Silverlake restaurant The Ciff's Edge with Todd Hebert, his wife Lily, Jason Meadows , Jean Milant and of course my wife Stephanie. It was my first conversation with Jason, and he kept the table hot with non-stop pleasant provocations.
Speaking of provocations, Jason must have had some heavy pheronomes oozing from his pores as we were astonished by the very palpable hit he enjoyed by a passing female stranger who was conspicously flirting with him that evening. Jason was a gentleman throughout. Now THAT would be great on video. Time to bottle your sweat, Jason.
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