Some things (mostly Parisian things, it must be admitted) are classics.
The Decisive Moment, 1932
Some things are more of their time.
The Decisive Moment, 2009
Some things (mostly Parisian things, it must be admitted) are classics.
The Decisive Moment, 1932
Some things are more of their time.
The Decisive Moment, 2009
I think it’s time we had another quiz. What can I say, it’s been a loooong week and it’s only Wednesday. My heater just died, which is the least of my problems, but then how did it know I was writing this post, eh? Maybe it was just trying to give me blog fodder; on the other hand, I did find out I still have a job today, so that’s one good thing.
Mindless internet quizzes are another:
Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso |
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Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions |
Longtime readers of the ol’ raincoaster blog are familiar (perhaps too familiar) with my adoration of Banksy, the Birmingham Bristol street artist who is #1 on my list of “men whom I have no idea what they look like but, whatever, they could have me anyway. in daylight. on Sunday.”
And they are equally familiar with my fondness for mashups and radical YouTubeification, so the fact that I’m posting the following video, which combines all of the above, should come as no surprise to anyone but nOObs, and they should just hang out and read and watch what I tell them, dammit!
Banksy vs the Streets remix
Homeboy represent!
It’s Hendrik Beune of Fearless City (among many other affiliations) taking his new chair for a spin. He’s a director of AHA Media, so naturally the universe conspired to provide him with a proper director’s chair. And naturally, being Hendrik, and living as he does on the Downtown Eastside, he decided to turn it the occasion into a spontaneous mobile performance art piece.
Cuz that’s how he rolls, yo.
Yes, Virginia, fairies do exist.
This is a controversial issue we’ve covered frequently in the past. You will note the comments of the doubters; never supplying a single shred of evidence to support their theory, they deal in third-hand rumours and blatant pig-headedness to support their outrageous hypothesis that fairies are imaginary. It’s a scandal that so-called “rationalists” could indulge in unsubstantiated rumour-mongering of this nature.
Do you think Shakespeare, who wrote about Julius Caesar and the dubious merits of Scottish hosts, would make shit up? Do ya, punk?
Now, from TackyRaccoons, comes clear photographic proof of the existence of these delightful sprites. Polaroids, as everyone knows, cannot be faked.
Not only do we now have real proof that they exist, but we are beginning to understand how they reproduce. In this comment I suggested an hypothesis of fairy generation, and not long after that pictoral evidence surfaced to support my theory that they were not gestated in banal fashion like so many mortals, but instead crawled out from between the petals on the undersides of mushrooms. And here is the picture that proves it.
Case? Closed!