
My phone’ll feel this way if I play one more Sam Smith song today.

Michelangelo carved these two out of the same stone. You know what I did today?! Cut construction paper into equal segments.
Awhile ago, I made everyone feel terrible about their twenty-something to-do list when I said Bernini’s carved Persephone at the age of twenty-three. Well, I’ve already written about the masterpiece that is the Pieta, but here’s some more trivia with which you can impress all yo’Tinder dates.
The Vatican released the work to be on display for the 1964-65 World’s Fair in New York. Crews made sure the priceless sculpture was well-equipped for the long journey by cushioning it with millions of microbeads inside a wooden box which was then place inside a metal outer shell. Mary and Christ were also packed with a flotation device for their Transatlantic journey, just in case! Though, these two clock in at three tons, sooooo that’s a lotta swim floaties.
The crew members responsible for packing and delivering the Pieta were under pretty strict orders to keep it under maximum security, so what do they do? Put a huge “P I E T A” stamp on the side of the stainless steel case. Swell, boys, no one will ever guess what’s in there!
Well, it’s been a minute since I’ve written a solid article hating Gauguin, so here goes.
An article reviewing a 2002 Met exhibition called “Paul Gauguin in New York Collections: The Lure of the Exotic” (oy), writer Holland Cotter wrote this quaint prose:
In fact, the true subject is the artist himself. Like any monomaniac, Gauguin was in the Gauguin business, aggressively…It was a demanding job. It entailed not only creating art of extraordinary quality, but also inventing a persona with which to promote it. This entrepreneurial public role didn’t require that he be a nice guy, and he wasn’t. He declared himself a ”savage” by birth because, he said, he had South American Indian blood. (He was one-eighth Peruvian.) And he dressed the part. He grew his hair long, wore swashbuckling cloaks, home-boy hats and an expression — you see it in the self-portraits — of sly, intimidating disdain.
Home-boy hats, ha! I’m impressed at this point. It’s like you’re wanting me to just keep hating you.
A really cool Huffington Post article covered the Seafoam Palace in Detroit. Turns out the building is on the National Register of Historic Places, and is about to be converted into a “museum of curiosities.” It was once a lumber company office building, and is slated to open next summer.
They have a Kickstarter campaign to help open their doors for workshops, classes, and more. I’m so pumped for this.
You guys, Banksy’s back on Gilt! Just in case you haven’t seen enough “Exit Through the Gift Shop” lately, don’t fret! You can bring the street art indoors and have some really intense conversations over site-specific or site-oriented artworks over your dinner party cheese plates.

Fall Angel Wall Decal

Falling Girl print

Graffiti Is A Crime wrapped canvas
There’s also all sorts of framed pieces, like this Choose Your Weapon Keith Haring work. Check it out in the next 20 hours, kids.
“Sometimes you’re invited to a big ball and for months you think about how glamorous and exciting it’s going to be. Then you fly to Europe and you go to the ball and when you think back on it a couple of months later what you remember is maybe the car ride to the ball, you can’t remember the ball at all. Sometimes the little times you don’t think are anything while they’re happening turn out to be what marks a whole period of your life. I should have been dreaming for months about the car ride to the ball and getting dressed for the car ride, and buying my ticket to Europe so I could take the car ride. Then, who knows, maybe I could have remembered the ball.”
I spent some time glorifying Hugo Cifuentes, a legitimate photographer earlier this week. A promise is a promise, so I’ll stick to my word and poke fun at my high school portfolio.
Wow, a pair of PIGEONS.
Baskets of apples. Both autumnal and ingenious.
A country fence. That’s just pristine.
You get it, though? The restaurant was called MEMORIES and it’s not open. Soooo creative!
Harry Caray is referencing my photo career, obviously.
I mean, the marquee WITH a festive cornstalk arrangement?! That composition is brilliant, if I do say so myself.
Do photographers get signed? Lemme grab a pen.

Talk about a masterpiece: “Wizard of Oz” debuted this day in 1939. The slippers were silver in the book, but they became red and bedazzling to better suit Technicolor’s audiences. No wonder the Wicked Witch wanted them…they’re gorgeous!
Ugh, Katy Perry visited the Art Institute of Chicago earlier this week and pretended to know everything about Surrealism and just art in general. Oh! And she captured every ounce of brilliance on her Instagram. #Oy
Perry’s caption says, “um…YES IT IS” to this painting. Well, darling, if you knew Magritte’s thinking on this work (or read this post), you’d know he’s making a representation over a physical replica. So, “NO IT’S NOT.”
Her caption for this one says, “also at @theartinstitutechi the original goths #americangothic.” OH KATY. American Gothic comes from the name of the architecture used in the background’s farmhouse. It has nothing to do with the couple (though I’m feeling those overalls).
There are even more art history mess ups on her Insta. You’ve been warned. First Mondrian, now this.