The Venice Academy of the Visual Arts. World renowned. Prestigious. Expensive. And my future alma mater. If all goes well with the exhibition and I get my grant, that is.
The Venice Academy of the Visual Arts.
That's Mary Samm, VAVA's founding mother and pro-Venice activist back before the riots. She was assassinated by a corporate hired gun right after the school opened, some ninety years ago.
Trouble.
"The Annual VAVA Summer Exhibit, August 11-18". Oh God. I'm actually expected to be ready by then.
"Need model to pose nude for serious work. PS! Only looking for young and beautiful--" It used to be "chicks", then he crossed it out and wrote "women". That's smooth, man.
"Film equipment for sale: Antique 16mm camera, projector, tripod, lenses -- all for just--" Holy cow! "--$8000"? Who has eight thousand bucks to spend on an old camera?
Wait a second, this was posted by Zack! Oh, so it's definitely overpriced then. That guy would do anything to make money. Anything.
"Actresses wanted for snuff movie parody. Meet up at Dock 12, Newport Harbor, Saturday at midnight. And keep quiet about it!" If I was the suspicious type, I'd think this was kinda...fishy.
It's the official VAVA notice board. Only registered students are allowed to put notices up here.
Nice hair color.
Bishop and Ann-Marie. He's a photography student, she's in my life study class. Nice couple.
Oh no, they got this place staked out too!
I can't risk sneaking by with that agent around...
Uh oh.
Oh no, more agents. Damn it, I can't get out.
No, I've got too much to do right now.
