All of the photos with this post were taken in Greenwood, Mississippi over the weekend of January 13th-15th. Jay-rah and I were in Greenwood because she gave me the super-cool birthday gift of cooking lessons at Viking Cooking school, and a weekend at the Alluvian hotel. Most of the shots were taken on overcast days, which is good and bad, but captured a good “delta” feeling.
The cooking classes were really nice, one was a vegetarian class (probably my favorite of the two). Learned a few “techniques” and got to play with really nice kitchen equipment. The instructor for the class was Linda Posey, mother of Parker Posey. At the end of the meal, after consuming a little wine, the class was discussing Parker Posey, and I think that I might have implied that Hud masturbated to the Party Girl poster. If Linda Posey inferred it she took it really well. I should mention, I have no reason to believe Hud actually did this, it was just unfortunate phrasing that caused the implication.
If you are signed in there is a portrait I took in Greenwood that will also be visible.
How odd you should post about this! The Commercial Appeal ran a story this weekend on the new “spa culture” of Greenwood. I believe they called it “Delta Chic”. Baby Guanaco and I had a laugh. A laugh that only Delta natives can have.
Your photographs are lovely! The church steeple is quite imposing, especially with the cloudy backdrop.
Nice. Especially the church. Damn what a sky.
yeah, i could see how you could accidentally imply Hud was masturbating to a womans daughter. OOPS!
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I still have that poster.
Unfortunately, my copy of the movie is only full screen. I’m uncertain whether I should be flattered or concerned about my appearance in post-cooking conversations.
My vote is for concerned enough not to introduce yourself to Parker Posey’s mom as my college roomate. Sorry.
Well, that will make conversations at the wedding difficult.
It seems that there is a strange incongruity between the way each of us has mentioned our college roommate in recent conversations. People who’ve been talking to me would meet you and say “oh wow, that collaborative piece you’ve done is really cool. you’re a good artist.” People who’ve been talking to you would meet me and say “oh, you’re that guy who has a thing for posters. I have to go now.”
At least you didn’t mention me by name and ruin any possibility of me ever having a decent conversation with the queen of indie fliks.
the odds of her remembering your name have to be slim, she was drinking too.