Showing posts with label mindfuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mindfuck. Show all posts

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Tuesday

Wednesday

Saturday

HOW COME I LIKE THIS?


Maybe it has something to do with the fact that this is so Head First-era Goldfrapp meets Kris Van Assche for Dior Homme F/W 2010 meets Microsoft Power Point meets MS DOS.

GIGGLES

Thursday

SATIN CHIC

Remember that brief period at the brink of the 90's when Disney and Lisa Frank and that movie Cool World and Florida tourism advertising all seemed to drink from the same graphic bowl of spiked fruit punch?   Mat Maitland, the brilliant/prolific art director at London's Big Active works that aesthetic hard.  Besides collaborating on award-winning album art for the likes of Goldfrapp, Basement Jaxx, Coldplay, White Lies and Michael Jackson, Maitland dizzies up L'Officiel with his mesmerizing collages that are like if Roy Lichtenstein and Lisa Frank drank blue slushies on a Tilt-A-Whirl and threw up babies.

Monday

DoGGoNe CrAzY

There was a dog show this weekend in New Jersey, that wasn't your typical high-brow Westminster affair...
It was fun!  Festivities included shopping, facials and of course tarot readings.  I mean, how often is your pup treated to a day of Jersey-style F.U.N.?

There was also a creative grooming contest.  Oh man, I'm having flashes of Sandy Paws.  Anyway, this one is supposed to be a dragon.
Don't believe me?  Look closer..

Huh.  How about that?  Or this one, a sad angel, which is a little somber for my taste.  I mean, talk about a downer..


This next one is allegedly a ''canine-sized seahorse'' but I don't get it.  At all.  I also don't work for the Times so maybe someone there can talk me through it.


Next is the Mad Hatter and he placed in third; which I am assuming has something to do with the random  googly eye on his haunch.


My favorite!  Simple, chic, Vogue.

ANDRES SERRANO


Looking at Andres Serrano's art is like swearing in front of a 6th grader... the guilt eats at you but sometimes you just have to do it.  In celebration of the polarizing photographer's smug mug on this month's cover of L'Uomo Vogue, a collection of my favorite Serranos.  His is a visual language that is as banal as it is raw, explicitly diffusing from Serrano's strict Roman Catholic upbringing.  Works such as "Piss Christ" facilitate the mashup of religious symbolism and human waste that has become pretty de mode, although the treatment (no digital retouching) lends a poetic grit.

Saturday

SCARRED(FACE) 4 LIFE

HOW TO WIN A GUY IN 10 DAYS...

...courtesy of Cosmopolitan
"WORK SUCKS BUT I SUCK HARDER"
"THIS MAGAZINE IS FULL OF GOOD IDEAS LIKE GRINDING BLACK PEPPER ON YOUR MEMBER"

Friday

TELEPHONY

Well Telephone certainly turned out to be a big disappointment for me, but the part where Beyonce shimmies is probably up there on my list of the best 5 seconds in music video history.