Igor was so lazy that he hired a korean girl to type the text for his exhibition. Hence the bad spelling.
As soon as people started to pour into our gallery, they were immediately attracted to Igor's art.
He insisted that they tell how they feel about his polaroids, so here it is...
Even after careful observation of the photos, it was hard to please them. We loved the polaroids...
... but were absolutely blown away by Igor's laptop.
Igor expressed his wish to shoot some photos on site, (the wicked never rest), so we had to sell him a camera and some film.
So here are some of his brilliant photos.
This is how it looks like to be Igor's height (2.5 m)
Even though the press was not allowed to enter, we spotted some paparazzi hiding in the bushes.
Of course, Izidor was the real star of the show, and Igor was a bit jealous.
There was nothing we could say that would make him better, and eventually he left in protest.
With Igor gone, everything was gray. We drowned our sorrow in alcohol.
Some were so sad they lacked the strength to stand up and persuade him to stay a bit longer.
Guess it is too late now. He is gone and all we have left is two polaroids we stole from his bag.
