Photo By Gail
This Hot Pink Gnome defiantly flipping the bird is officially known as a Sponti Activist Gnome Sculpture by German conceptual artist Ottmar Hörl. It sells for $120 in the gift shop at the newish Orange County Museum of Art (OCMA) in Costa Mesa, California. Because, Eff You.
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Oh, my. This is vibrant Pink ‘Statement Candle’ designed by Justinas Bruzas is almost too nice to burn, amiright? Manufactured by 54 Celsius, this candle depicting my very favorite hand gesture is just one among the dozens of unique designs you can find on their website. We spotted it at the NY Now summer marketplace, but it is available for you to purchase in a variety of colors for just $40 at This Link!
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The thing about being an Art Lover in NYC is that you don’t even have to go to a museum or gallery to see art, because art is literally everywhere. Geoffrey and I were walking East on West 50th Street on our way to MOMA and we passed this crazy Red Horse Head. We just had to stop and admire it, because it was part of an even larger, street-exposed display of sculptures and plants and very interesting things that you see below.
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Jim Marshall’s Most Famous Shot: Johnny Cash at San Quentin Prison, 1969 (Image Source)
From Brooklyn Vegan
Legendary rock and roll photographer Jim Marshall died in his sleep Tuesday night (March 23rd). He was 74. Marshall is best known for his iconic shots of Jimi Hendrix burning his guitar at Monterey Pop, The Who greeting the sunrise at Woodstock and Johnny Cash flipping the bird at San Quentin. He was chief photographer at Woodstock and was the only photographer allowed backstage at The Beatles’ final concert. Marshall had a special affinity with rock and roll artists, as he said himself, “I see the music.”
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Right now, we’re in the early stages of a full on blizzard here in NYC. Normally, I’d be all about the snow. But today is one of the busiest holiday travel days of the year. So I say, “Fuck the Snow.” American Airlines has already canceled my 2:15 flight to Burbank and if I’m very lucky I’ll make it out on a flight leaving after 8:00 PM tonight, getting me in to LAX around Midnight. At least it’s a direct flight. Now . . . if it can just get out of NYC I’ll be happy, and snow will be off my shit list.