Airports and lowriders
I was looking for cultural stimulation, and seeking a little bit of enlightenment about the culture I’d just been immersed in for the last four days. Airport newsstands are an interesting way to take a look at local plus transient artifacts.
I had about an hour to waste before the flight, and what I wound up looking at was a lowrider magazine of some sort. First off, I noticed that lowriders were not all of Hispanic origins, not from what I could see in the magazine.
Then, lest you think that my more intellectual interests were taking over, what I started to notice is that just about all lowriders, apparently, come equipped with a bikini clad model, and the kicker? She’s wearing impossibly high stiletto and/or platform heels.
Those heels alone ad an extra six inches to the model’s height. So it’s a “paint by numbers” bikini and show place high heels.
I’m thinking I want a lowrider for my next car.
I can remember my aunt asking me about my work, she just believed I should be driving them around in a truck rather than a rent car. [It was \\their\\ rent car, and I’m not going to question the logistics as I refuse to drive to and from El Paso.>
But from what I’ve seen ion the pictorial layouts, every lowrider comes equipped with a raven haired, almond eyed, bikini clad woman with high heels. I wouldn’t want to objectify women at all, not me, I’m all for the sisterhood.
I just want to figure out where these accessories are sold. Mind you, it’s not what I saw in El Paso.
But still. I guess I should’ve bought that magazine, but then, I was more consumed with world affairs, and getting home.
I was helping my special Aries friend at one point, just looking at a photo shoot she was supposed to do for the El Paso International Museum of Art. Reader, photographer, I figured there would be some good perks along the way.
So, one thing leads to another, and I’m at the press conference, wearing my finest Southwestern travel attire, a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, you now the drill, right? It’s balmy out, a little nippy under the AC, but not too bad.
“Hey, we need more people to fill out the shoot, crowd on in,” the director was shooing me in. So I was on the news, either at 5, or 6, or maybe 10. Or 11. I don’t know, never heard back.
But that was just the first part. See, the big deal was an Alan Bean [the Apollo 12 astronaut> picture that was bought/donated to the museum. What makes it different, like egg tempura paint, or maybe that’s egg-drop paint, the astronaut incorporated a sprinkling of moon dust [dust retrieved from the Moon’s surface, via his space suit> worked into his paintings.
Cool, huh? “Yeah, you would get along with this guy, he blends science and art.” I snuck a picture of the unveiled painting. It’s hard to tell from a digital image, but there’s an imprint of his space boot on the picture, too. Sort of strange, from an artistic point of view, but the actual image itself is good, making it a more than a novelty.
