57 wolves. 9 cars. 100's of drunken yougens.
it was pouring outside and packed inside. my first steps IN a building by the most famous american architect, oh also know as the only famous american architect done archivally - a fabulous initiation that either is making Frankie roll in his grave or clap while jumping up and down. my favorite part was the bathrooms. the spiral doesn't bother me. the art seemed to be made for the space but it wasn't, a transport actually. i thought this was my scenefor about five seconds but it wasn't. i was damp and still happy that andy perservered. the sculptures are worth it, not the techno.
