Chicago Day 2

So, in between the discovery of the best coffee in downtown Chicago (thanks, oh wonderful iPad), just north up Michigan Avenue from the hotel, taking in some decent blues, one or two beers, and the always-stunning Art Institute, Ken and I met with Tony Adams to talk matters autoethnographic.

Tony's book Narrating the Closet is excellent - sharp and evocative and uncompromising (in my view).

(Tony is on the left, Ken on the right. You might just spot the remnants of Ken's croissant on his shirt.)

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Oh, a highlight from the Art Institute: the work of sculptor, Charles Ray. Hinoki. The photograph does not do it justice. Viewing it was unaccountably melancholic: the lines dug deep inside the hollow, the pock marks, its sheer size. A 200-year mid-life crisis, anyone?