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That’s his fifth P.B.R. tonight. It’s only 8:30 in the evening and he’s already stumbling over his bubble gum shoes. He’s never been too graceful, I guess, with his awkward length that is a telltale sign of his adolescence. Let us not forget the shots of Old Grand-Dad he had before he lumbered into the cool night air. Light up that cigarette. Get on your fixie.
The impeccably trimmed moustache that ornaments his face looks like a caterpillar and it hardly flutters as he pedals downhill on Polk St. He’s not a cop or middle-aged; doesn’t he know the moustache fad went out last year? His self-consciousness is apparent only because of his overt non-chalantness. But this guy is a pro at shaking off nerves and he regains his composure, his gait becomes confident. No imagination is necessary when you look down at his skin tight, straight legs. Nice pants man, do they come in men’s sizes?
He arrives at the door fashionably late and is greeted by a barrage of high-fives and an army of Joan Jetts and Johnny Depps. I see they all got the memo to wear their Urban Outfitter’s flannel tonight. A trail is paved through a crowd of greasy mullets and equally horrifying expressions of facial hair. Everyone is slugging back drinks but this is a B.Y.O.B. situation. No worries, there’s a liquor store right on the corner outside. He’s able to get a glimpse at the painted artwork that seems to be suspended somewhere far away behind the sea of heads. Two separate galleries are connected by a shared open wall. Two different exhibits are shown but the public is able to enjoy it as one space.
Our friend returns to the galleries with a 40 oz. baby and he nods his approval in front of various pieces. The artwork here is always fresh. New talent (and some old ones) and inspiring people can always be found here; there is a reason why the popularity of this establishment doesn’t dwindle. It is not just for the tragically hip but for anybody that likes to be fascinated by beautiful oddities. Let’s be frank, you will not see any Monets here. To miss the ultra-cool club, the reception parties start at 7 pm and there is about an hour and a half of stillness where one can really take in the breadth of the displayed work. To view upcoming events and artists, please visit www.shootinggallerysf.com
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