When I first looked at the image I assumed the obvious: some dedicated artist had turned his suicide into a final flourish while a dedicated friend stood by, camera in hand, to document the passage.
But if I could get in a souped-up Delorean right now I’d travel back to 1981 to see the Minutemen and Descendents open up for Black Flag at the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Young women and teen girls began recording themselves and sending her videos. Moutot collects, curates and presents the videos of her and others in a collage, a sort of virtual gallery installation. It’s kinda like a visual buffet of tears.
See how he evolved into the artist he is today.
These techniques are very professional, so it may take some time to master them.
See if you can listen to every Beatles song in a row. Do not skip Octopus’ Garden. DO NOT SKIP OCTOPUS’ GARDEN.
First-off, in the words of Madonna’s most shameless spawn, Lady Gaga, there is no more adoring Madonna fan than me.
Everything — housing, food, drinks, activities — is more expensive. Places are harder to get tables at, harder to get into. Lines are longer. But isn’t that part of the thrill? That this love is never totally requited?
Half-frozen rivers; mountains that are simultaneously covered in snow and being broiled by the sun.
You’re a walking, talking sign that says, “Hey! Remember that time you were stupid?”