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1948, confusion, chicagoculture, international, diseases, extreme, board, hollywood, dresscodes: of three girlhoods --my mother's, teen tits, noelle howey, a world fit for children, alternative, asian girls in thongs, george will, relationships, mothersand daughters / personal narratives,
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I have the blisters to show for it. April somewhere in the first week Okay. I finally made it to one of the many openings that the Whitechapel Gallery is having through the month to celebrate its birthday for 100 years. I think. I just know that there was work chosen by a selected artist who had shows drunk there at some time in the past. drunk Lovely lovely old friends were on the walls. Frida Kahlo in all her glory shone out. That was a good show drunk but then Nick Serota was a curator and he was a hard act to follow. The usual suspects were there. G and Bet had both gone to more prestigious private views for those who are “in the know” whereas I just got the ordinary artists invite to come with all the other artists. Neither of them thought to ask me but then both are either avoiding me. G is so busy cramming too much into her life with her new man, work, her new man and more of her new man. Studio-wise this year has been a disaster. I’m not too sure about this part time Phd lark, I started.
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