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You are cordially invited to

HALLELUJAH MUSIKA!
(Part I of a Lifetime Series)

a photo exhibit by
WAWI NAVARROZA

on view at
STORE FOR ALL SEASONS

SEPTEMBER 24 - OCTOBER 14, 2005

featuring

a collection of portraits and snapshots of musicians, rock stars and satellites, modern-day shamans, dancers, poets, mind-makers, core-shakers, head-bangers, shoe-gazers, new bohemians and denizens of sound captured in live gigs and private sittings, individuals and groups, in color and in monochrome... all in love and writhing for this arithmetic of the soul called Music.

For the curious, photos on show include: Agaw Agimat, Budeths Casinto on darbuka, CJ Wasu on tabla, Cynthia Alexander, Death By Tampon, Elemento, Hale, Hank Palenzuela, Hippie the poi dancer, Joey Ayala, Jourdan Sebastian, Juan Pablo Dream, Jun Lopito, Kate Torralba on piano, "The Wild Thing" Lee, Loquy (Nino on flute, Michelle on violin), Louie Talan, Mishka Adams, NU107 Rock Awards 2004 backstage, Joey "Pepe" Smith, Pinikpikan, Radioactive Sago Project, Razorback, The Late Isabel, Toni Bernardo on drums, etc etc.

STORE FOR ALL SEASONS is located at 605 Shaw Boulevard, Mandaluyong City.
To get there: if at Shangri-la Mall: cross Edsa towards StarMall (cars/vehicles take flyover bound for "Kalentong"). A few blocks after the Shaw Boulevard flyover, look for "Conservatory" building with a yellow signage on the right side of the road. There SFAS is.

"HALLELUJAH MUSIKA!" is an independent artist-produced exhibit as a fund-raising venue for the artist's ongoing fine art photography projects. All photographs are for sale. Please support.

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