Nov 30 2008
Meet the impostor
There are a number of names for me: fraud, charlatan, self-effacing expert, savant, “first-generation scholar”. My preferred is “Art History graduate student”. At any rate, are you ready, everyone? Are you ready to read effusive bursts of text on things that I find fascinating, and to hear about my life? I promise minimal references to mental illness, trauma, Lacan, crime novels that take place outside of Los Angeles, shoes, and money. I cannot promise to remain silent on food, art, or anything else that incites prurient interest. If there were a textual equivalent of sub-par wine and cheese offered on the night of an opening, it would be given out here. You would come here for the free (though bad) snacks and stay for the writing.
