Showing posts with label Hot Dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hot Dogs. Show all posts

Monday, July 18, 2011

Hot Dogs and Culture

My beloved sister Hayley came to keep me company on the 4th of July weekend in Chicago. We saw the sights, ate really great food, and survived the humidity (which is pretty hard for 2 California gals).




Hayley wore a look that I will call, "What you lookin' at Aztec?"



Let's take it to the streets. Yes, that drunk man in the background and I are wearing coordinating colors. Yes, we planned it that way.




Yes, there is a grease spot on my face because I ate butter and then touched the lens of my camera. It's called the "butter filter" and it's very becoming. Take that hipsta-matic.




First off, a quick jaunt to the Art Institute of Chicago to see "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grand Jatte" by Georges-Pierre Seurat, or as Hayley and I call it "The Rockin Dot Painting." Color and light <insert music by Stephen Sondheim>

Hayley is art



Chicago is art.


Candy is art.


Men who sneak into the backgrounds of your photos are art.


Everything is art.



Hot dogs from Portillo's are seriously art.