Lots of Australians at GreenFlea last Sunday and film people too: a cable network crew shooting flea market scenes for an upcoming show; Ralph Nader’s 2004 campaign filmmaker (who also wrote, What Was Ralph Nader Thinking?); and another filmmaker specializing in music videos and documentaries. No Australian filmmakers visited as far as we could tell, though the Nader Raider, a recent transplant from Berkeley where “nothing’s happening” according to her, almost had us fooled with her Aussie slouch hat.
Too bad no one from reality TV was there because we had our own mini-drama brewing soon after the gates opened at 10:00. R., who was showcasing his wares in the space beside us, showed up in great pain with a twisted ankle that he suffered tripping in the stairwell of his apartment building. The elevator’s been broken for weeks so he’s had to navigate 10 flights of stairs whenever he goes out. Contributing to his discomfort was the sound from a small radio that belonged to the vendor behind him. R’s entreaties to turn it down or off proved unsuccessful, as did a polite request by one of GreenFlea’s security dudes who was enlisted in the cause by Irene — ever the professional social worker. Fortunately, the awful-sounding music ended not long after — grace appearing in the form of dead batteries perhaps.
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