Sand, surf, carnival - and the apocalypse. It sounds like a lead-in to "One of These Things is Not Like the Others" (although probably a little heavy for the Sesame Street crowd), but that was the theme of Sweaty. Sultry. Sandy., an art/fashion show held over the weekend at War'hous Visual Studios.
No, you haven't stumbled onto the wrong blog. Music is still our No. 1 girl, but occasionally we do venture out to venues without a stage or a proper bar in support of the local art scene. Especially if the event in question is described to us by the organizer as, "Think Mad Max at the beach. Kids in ratty fur-lined clothes with hub-cap pinwheels...along those lines."
As expected, the show was twisted, disturbing, and gritty, with gas masks and torture, Nazis and knives, several figures strung up by a noose, and, the most horrifying of all, a clown menage-a-trois (shudder). There are some things you just can't unsee.