Art Fair always has a weird calming effect on the crowds that visit the Ave, but it also reconstructs the pathways that people can carry themselves along the bricks—primarily so that they can get out into the road, and twirl and stand in the middle of intersections. A rare event.
Papa Soul set up in his usual spot, this time hidden by the tent of a food vendor and an ATM machine. Still, the sound of his music dominated the near-empty intersection even with the tents standing in the way. Blues echoing through the crossways and byways.
Amanda, Heather, and her steampunk-dressed crew made it out to the Ave again. Rolling like a gang of extremely well dressed visitors. Which amused me greatly. I am especially in favor of anything that increases the overall Victorian steampunk, or gothic aesthetic of the Avenue—especially since the loss of Rocky Horror Picture show caused a casual decrease in such things.
There was a physical assault incident involving one of the buskers on the Ave who has been around for about a month. A member of the Mill Avenue Resistance had a sign reading, “BUTTSEX 4 JESUS” which was torn in half by the busker and he struck her across the face with it. I didn’t get a chance to interview him about the event because other members of the Mill Avenue Resistance decided that they wanted to confront him about it—namely Kazz wanted to.
Little He-Man, Ben, came out as well to see everyone wearing his kilt and white-eye contacts. We spent a little with discussing events while various people wandered around the Ave. The crowds were far less thick than they were Friday evening, but still present, music played loudly from different venues.
I didn’t get as much of a chance to see much of anything, especially friends, due to an extreme headache.