Hi there!
Here are some photographs taken at the 215 Festival on Friday, 10/10/03, between the hours of 8PM and 3:30AM.
The pictures are presented in rough chronological order, as well as
we can reconstruct the evening
according to the scant photographic evidence we have found of its existence.
All other memories were (thankfully?) lost in a flood of several thousand
cheap beer & whisky-shot specials.
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Whitney Pastorek, in the
vicinity of strange feet and a man's gold-watched wrist,
photographed by the eyeshot editor, as he, in sunglasses missing left
lens, purple boa, and day-glo
dennis rodman t-shirt, took photographs from the stage to begin the
evening's proceedings.
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Photograph of a section of the evening's early crowd - please note
Monkeybicycle
editor, Shya Scanlon (rear left), pumping his
middle finger for posterity. Also, please admire the waitress' tattoos
along her peerage.
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Dan
Kennedy rocked loud and long in black outfit and matching motherf'n
Gibson Les Paul.
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Jamie
Allen and Monkeybicycle co-editor Steven
Seighman admirably ignore an expanse of natural blond.
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Eyeshot Literary Escorts Elizabeth
Ellen & Shauna
McKenna protect their midsections from
the pleasurable probes of Hobart Pulp editor
Aaron
Burch's northwestern toothsomeness
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Skeleton Killer Ian Kane and Kristin McGonigle looking rough & tumble out on the shattered Philadelphia street.
Jamie Allen leads the Neal Pollack-less Invasion as Ben Brown looks on.
Ben Brown looks evilish amongst the varied scalps of the Philadelphia night
This is Neal Pollack's new author picture
No idea what this is? Some sort of flesh?
The Neal Pollack Invasion exerts. Please note Neal's near-perfect singerly bending of left knee.
Here you have Dennis
DiClaudio's new author photo, featuring Dennis bespeckled to the left,
Neal Pollack in white t-shirt and PBR can,
a shiny-haired young woman showing a bit of panty, Ben Brown's back,
and two N.P Invaders stealin' the spotlight
The Neal Pollack Apollonian Physique
Late-night: one of many very subtle public displays of affection.
Smily, smily, smily stranger, with two Skeleton Killers close at hand
Please realize that the Eyeshot Editor is very, very, very tall
Jamie Allen fails to ponder his reflection in the television, Whitney
sort of jukes along with her beer,
and Ben Brown and unknown stranger remove a hotel curtain from the
after-party bedroom to drape it
across the rest of the evening's proceedings so we'd all awake refreshed
the next morning . . .
[Forever after at http://eyeshot.net/215.html]
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