Art Imitates Second Life
October 26th, 2006I’m sorry to report that two of my friends have unexpectedly departed this world.
Second Life Sex Club, by James Deavin
They’re off to Second Life, leaving only traces behind.
Bret Fausett, the gadfly lawyer who annoys ICANN so beautifully by holding them to their pontifical pronoucements, has set up shop in the trendy otherworld by buying an island, outfitting a very realistic avatar, and setting up a bar.
A few weeks ago, I purchased an island in Second Life and hired a development team to build a conference facility where remote participants could gather in parallel to ICANN and Internet Governance meetings.
Here’s Bret waiting for some hot girl-bots at his new bar:
Bret Fausett’s Ninca Bar
Bret expects to have it all fully functional by the time the ICANN lawyers sink into their first-class seats on the way to the Sao Paolo meeting in December.
Meanwhile, back in New York, Jen Bekman has temporarily traded in her representation-of-reality business for a representation-of-representation-of-reality business.
Photographs from the New World features some truly arresting photos by James Deavin. His eyes may have been where they shouldn’t, but the results are worth it. “Safari” has a great Rousseau-Le-Douanier naïf quality to it, and “Sex Club” has that static, ominous De Chirico/Balthus feel.
Safari, by James Deavin
The show at jen bekman gallery will interest even the most art-deaf biz-dev philistines, who with one of these photos on their wall can be techy and cultured at the same time.
If you’re in New York, don’t miss the show, opening November 1. If you’re not, you can just buy one. The photos are large format, beautifully printed and very affordable.
P.S. Bret’s virtual ICANN and Jen’s show are both far more interesting than the vaporous consulting company Crayon that Michael Arrington reported as claiming to be the first Second Life company — almost certainly not true, as comments there will attest.
Tags: bret fausett, jen bekman, james deavin, second life
