In the morning, Sophie and I went to Frye Art Gallery. Some good paintings on the subject of voyeurism and the artist's eye but not much else; one of their galleries was closed for installation. The building itself is quite nice, the entrance being an almost empty vestibule of polished concrete, big glass windows to the outside and two impressive, intimidating doors that lead to the gallery proper.
In the evening I went to the The Stranger Genius Awards party at the Moore Theatre, a 100-year-old building. The 'live' music was a DJ or two, so I mostly stayed downstairs and danced to some '60s rock. Met some of Seattle's finest, whose earliest question was "So, had any good drugs since you've been here?" He had apparently been up for three days due to divorce proceedings. The night finished at 12 o'clock on the dot, which felt weird. Nice building.
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