ANOTHER HOODIE BITES THE DUST
THE DEATH OF CALIFORNIA NAVY
February 1, 2007 - It's been a trend throughout the Bolm Studios complex over the past few weeks. With colder temperatures, lots of studio work, and mingling outdoors in the cold under overcast grey skies, all the artists have added
a slew of unmatching layers, winter caps and fingerless gloves.After helping out on a large mural project by painting a slew of aluminum panels, I walked out of my studio with jeans and my up until then near-pristine hoodie covered in enamel paint splashes and smears.
One of the artists up the way started to laugh as he saw me approach and told me I was yet another one. Before I could inquire further, he offered up the answer, "we're all starting to look like homeless people around here. I mean, look at us."
It's true. My hoodie, which I dubbed California Navy, has been the only thing to keep me warm the past three winters and now it's covered in paint and no longer passable outside the studio. It had a good run, and lasted nice longer than my previous hoodie. I received that on Christmas 2000, and two days later, a drunk Hungarian girl walked into me in a smoky techno club with a lit cigarette and literally burned a hole over my heart. It was a slow series of unfortunate circumstances over the three years I owned
that hoodie that brought about its demise. It currently is acting as the insulation around my air conditioner in my room. |
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