Showing posts with label Pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pop. Show all posts

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Andy Warhol | HiLobrow

What does art look like when it becomes philosophy? -- I like the question better than the answer. Yes, it's Andy Warhol's world, but I don't think he was interested in philosophy. His uniqueness comes from his willingness to play at art in reverse; to attach the inauthenticity of the commercial image to the energizing capacity of the artist.

If advertising isolates us as consumers, Warhol's blankness arrests desire and inspires participation.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Two Cheers for Posh

New York Magazine's Fug Girls take a bold stand on Victoria Beckham, aka Posh:
In this age of starlets frequenting rehab before they're even old enough to drink legally, we find Posh's patented brand of over-the-top drama rather soothing and escapist. She's like Celebrity Sorbet, the palate cleanser we're served between heavy courses of sweaty idiots feuding with their mothers and spilling out of Escalades sans panties. She's totally delicious and refreshing. If only the rest of America would take a bite.
Just because our popular culture has devolved into witless starlets and trash television, it doesn't we can't have standards. It's the backlash to the backlash where our celebrity starvation has taken pop culturists in search of someone who is uncool enough to be cool and cool enough to be uncool. It's like Brit-pop. We're in the gutter, gazing at the stars.