those garden statues are a couple of precariously perched gazing balls away from a found Jeff Koons exhibit. In a good way, if such a thing is possible.
I assume the extra $0.1bn was for Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.
Finally, I can start a tumblr, knowing it's the fastest way to get my work into the Internet Archive.
I think they got the memo, thx
I'm always wishing I'd get around to making some cards I could hand out that say, "Rethink the hair."
I guess that makes the straight girliest thing walking down the aisle to Sound of Music Julie Andrews.
don't get me started on the massification of cashmere, but I continue to be amazed at how my dotcom-era Hermes sweaters look better than the 20 seasons of Banana cashmere that have lived and died since.
This really is of no help to us non-dog people, in fact, just the opposite.
I was alive during the Bicentennial, and I'm pretty sure that image/Coke commercial was actually an outtake from Barry Lyndon.
As someone who has covered the Johns-Rauschenberg colabo closet for several years now, this was exactly the kind of knuckleheaded art story I'd expect from HuffPo. So on brand.
The show itself, however, is as groundbreaking as one might expect from MoMA. It's somehow the first 2-man show these guys have ever had. The closest precursor being MoMA's 3-man installation last year that included Bob's other "friend" and collaborator at the time, Cy Twombly.