Sometimes art is a self-portrait of a girl who is soooo upset to have nice things.
Clara Peeters paints herself in this Vanitas-esque self-portrait. Vanitas is Latin for “emptiness,” and generally casts away the silly frivolity of earthly possessions for something of a higher, more divine nature.
Sure, Clara. From the looks of things, you hate all the gold and silver life’s provided. Look, she even tipped over the dish, guys. She really must not want it now.
Jackie Kennedy is an absolute queen. Fine, First Lady, but yeesh!, look how stellar this DRESS IS. Did you know she won an Emmy for her televised tour of the White House restorations she oversaw in the sixties? Gorgeous. Happy Friday.
This would be my exact reaction if I discovered myself drawn by Paul Gauguin.
A surprise to absolutely no one.
This is an ear, grown with cells from Vincent van Gogh’s descendant’s cartilage. This very well may be the coolest thing generated on a Tuesday. Though that’s not really saying much, because the only thing I generated was being ten minutes late to work (thanks, snooze!).
Five of Francis Bacon’s paintings were stolen in Madrid last summer.
I wasn’t even in Spain last summer, guys.
Paintings are valued at thirty million, and were owned by a friend. He acquired the pieces when Bacon died in 1992.
More here, but I can’t type any more about Bacon without getting hungry.
There’s a pretty gargantuan art show going on in the Netherlands right now, called TEFAF (The European Fine Art Fair). It boasts an absolute ton of sales, and God willing, a solid array of eligible bachelors with money to burn.
This Renoir piece, Au Bord de L’eau, was a showcase work of a particular art dealer, Simon Dickinson. Dickinson wants to make sure you know it was owned by two of the most successful Impressionist art dealers of the time, and then left to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. More on its provenance here.
I’d describe it myself, but any time I hear the words “Philadelphia” and “art,” I get actually sick to my goddamn stomach because I think of the PEW, Barnes, and LIES.
Trust me, this conversation is absolutely intoxicating. Oh wait…
I plan to fully embody both Annette Bening and Kevin Spacey’s characters this weekend. And when I say that, I mean, can I be super sassy while sitting down?
Just one GIANT wheel of cheese, please. And maybe a baker’s dozen of doughnuts, and about three pitchers of mimosas. Fine, fine, make it six. We have a lot to celebrate this weekend.
Get those apples out of here: I’m not touching anything healthy ’til Monday.
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