Of course, they’re too valuable and too easily scratchable for anyone to actually ride them, and the countercultural cred involved isn’t what it was 20 years ago…but we’re still impressed Supreme managed to pull it off. We believe this qualifies as outside the box.
The Glossy Life is Practiced Everywhere: Apparently Kate Moss’s latest contract currently dictates she can only be photographed in repose. [Red Carpet]
Paranoid: Kanye unleashes his latest all-caps stream of consciousness. The money quote: “I JUST WANNA BE A DOPER PERSON WHICH STARTS WITH ME NOT ALWAYS TELLING PEOPLE HOW DOPE I THINK I AM.” Life lessons, people. [Gawker]
With Damien Hirst testing the limits of just how conspicuous art consumption can get, it was only a matter of time before we stopped messing around with jewelry and went straight to cold, hard cash.
This installation piece from Art Marcovici stacks 10 million $100 bills on pallets in the middle of a gallery. Aptly titled “One Billion Dollars,” it’s supposed to incite your capitalist urges, but it just makes us wish we had a more colorful currency. Maybe Marcovici should think about One Billion Euros as a follow-up.
There are many theories on the correct way to dress for an art show party, but Takashi Murakami clearly subscribes to the “batshit crazy” school. Try to imagine Damien Hirst doing this, and you’ll know why we prefer Takashi.
This photo comes from the Art Basel show currently happening in Miami beach, so he doesn’t have all that much to lose. Nobody begrudges a crazy artist or two, and after taking a look at their balance sheets, we bet a bit of cartoonish glee was just what they needed.
Our favorite bowtie-glad pop artist is expanding into yet another field. Not satisfied with fantastic gallery work and the occasional high-fashion collab, Takashi Murakami is getting his Pixar on. Or should we say, his Miyazaki.
His latest project is an animation and film studio dedicated to the characters he’s produced. The trailer for the first major animated film kaikai & kiki debuted at the Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary art this year, and he’s already gone as far as setting up office space. Apparently he has a bit more faith in the economy than Mr. Hirst.
It isn’t just banks and magazines shedding employees anymore: even our old pal Damien Hirst has gotten in on the game. Despite having a very good year on the auction circuit, Hirst is laying off 17 of his 22 studio-hands. As of the January 1, they'll be staring into the diamond-encrusted skull of unemployment.
All Hirst had to say for himself was the usual corporate mumbo jumbo about “efficiency cutbacks” and “not making those butterfly paintings anymore,” but we’re concerned. If Hirst’s not equipped to support an entourage anymore, we aren’t sure who is.
Things are getting a little grim in the art world lately, with more than a third of the lots going unsold at Sotheby’s impressionism auction this Monday. Apparently the folks that have $10 million to spend on impressionist paintings are investing it in gold bars or bulletproof jets instead. The only good news to come out of the auction was for Edvard Munch’s Vampire, which sold for three million more than expected.
We’ve always been financially savvy, so we’ve come to the following conclusion. The art market may be depressed, but the market for depressing art has never been better.
The Hirsts and Murakamis of the world had better take note: what the people want is paintings of people crying, preferably in black. By the time the year is out, the Met will be handing out Kleenex at every show.