These last two weeks, na, they’ve been such a hectic boootiful time. So much happening in Lahore & Karachi, with PSL, art shows, concerts kay don’t even ask. Just rushing here, there and anywhere. Being busy and frantic and enjoying.
First tau there was the Art Buy Anal. My friend Mini who lives in Karachi and is always looking down her broad nose at us Lahoris and calling us ‘villagers’ said that we were doing their cheating because apparently they also had a Art Buy Anal just now only. But Janoo, who knows everything because he’s an Oxon from Oxford, says that it’s like an art fair that happens all over the world and particularly in Venice. So I called Mini and told her, I said: ‘We are not doing your cheating, okay? We are doing cheating of Venice.’
So anyways the Buy Anal was full of art, shart. Shazia Sikander came all the way from New York with hers and Shazad Dawood came all the way from London with his. Also some artists from Bangladesh and Turkey vaghaira, they also brought. But unfortunately most of the shows were in far away places like Shahi Hammam and Faqir Khana Museum and on a mountain in Lawrence Garden. So bore. But my coffee set was going so I had to go otherwise I’d be left out. Some of the art, frankly, was zara si weird. Imran Qureshi had grown a room full of polyester grass type thing and Ali Kazim had some tooti phooti wall type things and Bani Abidi had loud speakers by a big black Queen Victoria and when I asked, just to be nice, kay bhai how much this is, they looked at me strangely. This is what I mean na. If you can’t buy it and display it in your sitting, how is it art? But obviously I didn’t say because everybody was saying kay bhai isn’t this amazing? And I was saying, ‘Fab, yaar. Total fab.’
Chalo, thanks God PSL was in Gulberg and not in Bedian or something. That also was just fab vaisay.
First tau there was the Art Buy Anal. My friend Mini who lives in Karachi and is always looking down her broad nose at us Lahoris and calling us ‘villagers’ said that we were doing their cheating because apparently they also had a Art Buy Anal just now only. But Janoo, who knows everything because he’s an Oxon from Oxford, says that it’s like an art fair that happens all over the world and particularly in Venice. So I called Mini and told her, I said: ‘We are not doing your cheating, okay? We are doing cheating of Venice.’
So anyways the Buy Anal was full of art, shart. Shazia Sikander came all the way from New York with hers and Shazad Dawood came all the way from London with his. Also some artists from Bangladesh and Turkey vaghaira, they also brought. But unfortunately most of the shows were in far away places like Shahi Hammam and Faqir Khana Museum and on a mountain in Lawrence Garden. So bore. But my coffee set was going so I had to go otherwise I’d be left out. Some of the art, frankly, was zara si weird. Imran Qureshi had grown a room full of polyester grass type thing and Ali Kazim had some tooti phooti wall type things and Bani Abidi had loud speakers by a big black Queen Victoria and when I asked, just to be nice, kay bhai how much this is, they looked at me strangely. This is what I mean na. If you can’t buy it and display it in your sitting, how is it art? But obviously I didn’t say because everybody was saying kay bhai isn’t this amazing? And I was saying, ‘Fab, yaar. Total fab.’
Chalo, thanks God PSL was in Gulberg and not in Bedian or something. That also was just fab vaisay.