The wfmu record fair isn't all butt-crack boys and goth girls. Well, there is a lot of that, but there are other things, and I took pictures of some of them for you. By the way, these aren't just blurry, crooked pictures, they're Arty pictures. Arty, I tell you. With informative captions.
They don't call it a record fair for nothing. See, a lot of people looking for records. See, a person looking for records. See, dj Rich models looking for records at the wfmu dollar record table.
Things you can't buy at the record fair. Museum of pretty records. Don't touch the museum of pretty records. Life-sized Bette Page (they don't say it, but it's understood that you don't touch the life-sized Bette Page).
Just because they call it a record fair doesn't mean it's only records. It's things that look like records (ok, they actually look like cds, but they're paintings by Steve Keene), things that are made of records (bracelets and bags by HiFi Bags), and things that have nothing to do with records, but need good homes that aren't wine bottles (Corky Critters).
Things to see and do and eat. Parents love taking pictures of
their kids on the carousel of terror. Kids
are frozen in fear by love the dancing meka-monkeys on
the carousel of terror. Guys love pizza.
The mind reels. The wfmu Wheel-o-Fate. Volunteer Kathleen moves the merch. Dj Chris T., the quicker-picker-upper.