I prefere Francis Bacon. In fact he is one of my favourite postwar UK-painters.
I'll look into other ways to disguise myself, and am considering pasting a picture of Justin Bieber over my face. Or one of Francis Bacon. Time will show.
I wore a pair of brown cowboy boots with Levi's and a black cotton shirt to a WNBA basketball game in Washington, DC. I had a courtside seat because I wanted to see Candace Parker play up close (she was hurt and didn't make the trip). One of the other LA Sparks players came off the court right in front of me and between me and the photogs sitting on the end of the court. She spit out a huge hock on the floor.
One of the photogs sitting on a seat said that he'd never seen that happen at any basketball game much less a women's game.
A few weeks ago I saw a sleazey hooker right on the street in Bethsda, MD. She had the tight hooker dress and frizzy blonde hooker hairdo.
I know they used to be in downtown DC but I guess they had to move to the suburbs.
It's been a weird summer around here...
How about leading by example.