“An ad that pretends to be art is — at absolute best — like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you. This is dishonest, but what’s sinister is the cumulative effect that such dishonesty has on us: since it offers a perfect facsimile or simulacrum of goodwill without goodwill’s real spirit, it messes with our heads and eventually starts upping our defenses even in cases of genuine smiles and real art and true goodwill. It makes us feel confused and lonely and impotent and angry and scared. It causes despair.”
David Foster Wallace
That is all…
Everyone I have ever ordered from in my life has been in contact today to offer me cut-priced shit.
Whenever I read the words ‘Black Friday’, it conjures this up in my head:
I’m sure it’s the same for many people now. The whole concept is associated more with greed and animal behaviour than it is with bagging a bargain.
I wouldn’t be so trite as to suggest that a hoarding could be as impressive as a painting by one of the great masters, but this one outside the National Gallery in London is very impressive.
I spent an hour walking around the new exhibition, Beyond Caravaggio, and am planning to go back for another hour as soon as I get the chance.
Mr Stay Puft is currently breaking through the concourse at Waterloo Station.
What could it all mean?
The Guardian has published a list of the best of the worst movie posters from Cannes.