Spitball Army

Heading north on 22nd Street toward University Blvd.

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Mid-afternoon lunch accessories on the V. Richards patio.

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There is no denying that Mo is a pretty woman.

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The photo above has been sitting on my desk for a couple of weeks. I didn’t know what to do with it. Then, in a moment of mindless whimsy, I decided to scribble us new faces using Microsoft Paint.

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She sat, firm as a kettle drum,
As the Asian college girls lay on blankets at her feet
Studying organic chemistry.

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This photograph was taken at the Boston Hatch Shell, during an outdoor shoot for the film Yes, Giorgio, in June of 1981.

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Sign over the swimsuit water extractor, Downtown Branch of Birmingham YMCA.

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I remember when you were building that fence, we used to watch the woman who lived on the corner walk her dog up the alley and let it take a dump right behind my house. She’d just stand there watching it, smoking a cigarette. You eventually got talking with her, and she coincidentally stopped using my backyard as her dog’s potty. Well, she died last year, after battling on and off again with cancer. We had become friendly. She used to ask about you all the time.

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One of the interactive elements of the Museum’s website is an area where you can learn, step by step, how Warhol designed his trademark silkscreen portraits. You are then given the opportunity to make one yourself, using some pre-selected photographs as your raw material.

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I nearly hit the floor when my friend Ben gave me this painstakingly and lovingly made reconstruction of the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album cover, as a farewell tribute to my teenage record store, who has flown the nest after 16 and a half years.

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