Brad Pitt by Robert Wilson

A still of this video was used (much to the subject’s apparent dismay) as the cover of the December, 2006 Vanity Fair. I think the difference between this and a typical cover shoot is pretty clear, and it’s really very surprising that Pitt didn’t reserve some rights as a condition of posing, but he didn’t and his agent let him pose anyway so I suppose he’s got no legal right to complain. I would, however, say he’s got a moral right to complain: is this on the cover because it’s a great piece of art, or because it’s Brad Fucking Pitt, in soaking wet tighty whities, holding a gun? At least there’s one aspect of this work that’s unambiguous: the commercialization. And I, of course, am adding the Brad Pitt tag to it, not the Robert Wilson one.

Still. Cool. I just wish there were a way that YouTube could display it as it was meant to be: as a continuous loop.

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Forrest Whitaker’s Oscar Speech

Thank god for YouTube; they reduced a possible four hours of marketing-saturated, passive boredom and bitchily self-indulgent fashion criticism into five minutes of clicking through “Forrest Whitaker” search results and two minutes of the most inspiring Hollywood speech of the last twenty years.

Sorry for the dickwad blathering right over the most important line; it seems that Oscar is a very controlling sort and has sent most of the video captures to the great bit bucket in the sky, where no doubt Lucy and Ricky are enjoying the bit where Helen Mirren performed “Borat” at this very moment.


Alas, YouTube is TheirTube and they have had this video killed. Found another for now.
The transcript still works, though!

Transcript over the jump

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take this job and…

…give it to someone else.

Oh, fine. I obviously had some issues with the whole work-for-no-pay-yet-be-taxed-on-it thang. Next!

Leaving the Psychoanalyst, by Remedios Varo

I’m funny that way. Maybe Guido has at last made a Capitalist of me?

Nah.

Here, listen to some rousing folk rock about the military-industrial complex, creeping fascism, and the IMF. I always find that cures it.

And by the way, there’s already a fat, ripe emergency for the new hiree to deal with and no, I didn’t cause it. So for that reason alone I’m glad I didn’t get the job.

Also, oh god how I love that painting. “Woman Leaving the Psychoanalyst’s Office” by Remedios Varo.

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pic o’ the day: footsteps

Umbrella, snow, footsteps

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admission price to the theatre of the absurd

Useless Science, by Remedios Varo 

On the one hand, I had a job interview today, yay, go me, etc, etc, whatever.

Ruptura by Remedios Varo

On the other hand, if I get the job I will earn money, but I will not now, nor in the future, actually receive the money.

Naturaleza Muerta Rescusitando by Remedios Varo

Still, for me this is progress.

Exploration for the source of the Orinoco by Remedios Varo

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