Thursday, 27 December 2001
photo archives
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Santarchy 2001, New Orleans Style
as hosted by the inimitable Dr. Cliff
I wish I had pictures of us singing, of the stickers, of the tiny treasured little conceptual art projects wrapped in kittens-in-clothing paper, of the joyous looks on people's faces when they opened them. What you can see is the nosebleed-high caliber of the Santa cohort.
(for words, click on a picture)
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This is just one tiny peek at the phenomenon that was Santacon NOLA 2001. As Doctor Cliff so sagely put it: this was way better than Burning Man. For one thing, there was Creole food served by extra-sassy waitresses (every sitcom writer's dream). And go-carts. And lots of other things.
For expanded perspectives, check out:
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