Believing is art

Well, Adam covered the whole trashcan-cum-art incident in his own damn blog, though sensitive readers should be forewarned that the post contains mention of anal penetration, (brownstone) voyeurism, bare-naked ladies, and non-consentual dumping. My roommate and I have slightly different blogging styles.

I think the picture's going to look great on my wall–I'm going to have to move Sarahs's over to a smaller wall, but that will look great there too. You can play along with the painting restoration photostream, and be sure to post a comment on Flickr letting me know what you think. I'll have some pictures of it up on the wall tomorrow.

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