Now Look Y'all, This Guy Is CREATIVE!

Well my goodness. Click on the title of this post to link to the website of Mark Tweed, a classmate of mine from Georgia Tech. We went through 4 years of undergraduate school together, and also a summer school studio session when we were freshmen (sophmores?) with the chain smoking and now deceased Frank Beckham... not to mention being roomates for a while at Casa Trabert with Jim and Bob too. Good times. Mark and I and Dawn were very close once upon a time (and Mark and Dawn spent a year in Paris at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, sans moi), but i haven't talked to him in i guess 6 years? 7 years? When was it that he came to Atlanta and we went out for martinis Dawn? Geez i can't believe it's been that long. Anyhoo, as i said, click on the title of this post, and check out Mark's company in Beverly Hills, and all the huge, energetic malls they've done. They really are cool, and i love those other office buildings too, especially the one with the brise-soleil with the circular opening pierced by a big ol searchlite beam. I can't believe what cool stuff Mark is doing...wait a minute, I can believe it. It's just fabulous. You have got a flair for the dramatic my friend, and it is doing good things for you! Now look Dawn, i'm thinking maybe you should arrange a little reunion?? Yeah, i know, i'll stop making suggestions now...


JET said...

A friend of mine just sent me the link to your blog because of a "Casa Trabert" comment (asking if I knew you because you and I both have Ohio connections and the South Carolina assumption is that everyone in Ohio knows one another) but I am assuming either you knew a cool person to live with named Trabert or you lived in a house on Trabert Avenue in ATL. Which if I remember correctly isn't that great of a street-humble apologies. Cheers! (Btw, I like your style on this blog, pretty good stuff.)

Sam said...

Jet, yep, Trabert Ave. was a bit of a Georgia Tech slum when I lived there in the eighties. It's come up a bit since then, but still mostly depression-era crap shacks. Nothing glamorous.

thanks for stopping by.

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