more freewaves

well freewaves wasnt all that... but we had a nice time. dc and i met early to go to lace, the gallery sponsoring freewaves, and it was ludicrous. the two girls at the desk didnt know anything about freewaves and looked at us funny when we asked, they handed us a brochure but had never read it. we knew more about it than they did. and they didnt have the etiquette to be helpful. they were fun and cute but that only goes so far. three feet away from them was a table set up with the guy from freewaves and they had never spoken to him. we asked him about the multi-media unit you use to walk the streets and see art and info about sites along hollywood boulevard. he didnt have it. it wasnt ready. it wouldnt be until the next day (when i had to work and couldnt drive all the way out to hollywood to use it). tonight (last night) was the opening and it would be available after that (today). i said that the brochure (which he hadnt read either) said that these units were available all afternoon today (yesterday). he said he didnt finish the work until that afternoon. i said didnt your mother tell you not to wait until the last minute...

so dc and i went to eat something at california pizza kitchen.

then we went to the roosevelt hotel for the first freewaves event. around the david hockney pool, there were cocktails and monitors showing short films. a semi-beautiful crowd and semi-interesting films and semi-crappy red wine made for a semi-spectacular event. a lot of the films had the menu setting stuck on the screen, disturbing the art. the projection of films on the pool and the large balloons floating in the pool only worked part of the time. and one lesbian filmmaker was particularly obnoxious.

i ran into christie brinkley and we visited a few minutes. the whole billy joel debacle wasnt mentioned (my foot in my mouth yet again) and she kiss-kissed me before leaving.

preston digitator and carina farina met us and we went to the knitting factory for the next event.

german technology and german precision, the freewaves at the knitting factory was very german. hard, cold, loud, and discompassionate. it wasnt without merit, but was better in small doses. some of the work was lovely but we left after the second set otherwise we would have committed suicide. charlie did show and we danced a little together, preston and carina had already gone.

all-in-all, not the best la evening, not the best art scene. but it was better than the stock market.