Manifest Emissaries

Last year, in lead up to Manifest to the hooligans running around building anticipation were Magritte inspired, colorfully-vested, trench-coated, bowler-hatted pranksters.

This year, they were more sober, steam-punkish, hard-working folks. Two to three khaki enrobed workers dragging around a wheeled desk in which cardboard eggs and typewriter were nestled in live grass. On a pedestal above--a red emergency phone and a Chinese lantern. And always, following in their wake, a darkly dressed gentleman taking notes and speaking into a small recording device, investigating their work. . .

Why is he so disapproving?

I love it. . .