How I love a good theme party!
The Oscars and our chosen theme film, The Artist, provided an excuse for elegant black and white attire and black and white food, on the last Sunday in February.
I made white bean dip with blue corn nachos, pumpernickel rounds with goat cheese, tapenade with baguette, and black bean soup. The Scrabble Player brought swellegant trays of crab sushi. And there was lots of vin blanc and pinot noir (not to mention the Black Russians I stirred up).
The crass fantasy that is Hollywood formed a backdrop to our queer elegance.
It’s hard to get through February, dammit, and it’s hard all year to write poems, make films, defend poor people in the legal system, teach kids, teach young adults, sell art, make art, defend art (things me and my friends all do).
The Librarian made a beautiful black and white cake. See, she’s actually an artist. She cooks and bakes the same ways she draws and paints, with delicate sophistication
Sometimes,we indulge ourselves. Sometimes, we have to be silly, just to get through the winter.
Sometimes, there’s art in how we celebrate. Sometimes, celebration is an art.