Broken Duluth: Reviewing photos from a 2017 exhibit

He kinda reminds me of some of these second-rate rock stars from the 1970s doing the tired white-boy screamer blues who always appeared scowling on their album sleeves and like they took enough pills to kill all the elephants in Africa. That inimitable 25 going on 60, shot at and missed, shit and hit look. Like the shit dried and plastered your hair back into a style that would be fashionable in ten years. And I mean that as a compliment.