Blog: Houston's Most Hated

At some point the other night, maybe after arguing over pegicorns and werepyres but a little before getting down with some hardcore twitter sex (you know, phone sex but on twitter), we had a lengthy discussion about what constitutes a collective. Particularly, we yelled at each other about what characteristics turn a group of artistic minded individuals who hang out a lot into an art "collective." And thank God we qualified because we had this discussion in our new offices (aka THE riff room), barely 30 hours into the origin story of our own balls-to-the-wall street gang, the Epidemic Collective. [...]