Despite numerous reports and an announcement by CBS, Lindsay Lohan will not be reading the Top-10 list on the Late Show Thursday night. She delivered the sad news via Twitter: “I Am NOT going to be doing David Letterman, I’m not sure how this happened, but am sorry for the confusion…” They planned on beaming her in via satellite from LA and now have to book someone ASAP. How about Jeff Goldblum? He solely exists for this reason.
The Sunflowers of Vincent Van Gogh are literally wilting. His cornea-searing yellows are turning dull brown as the chromium in the Vincent-beloved chrome yellow pigment undergoes reverse oxidation with UV light. This seems to only happen to the chrome yellows brightened with barium sulphate white. ‘Cause science. That’s what you get for trying harder. French scientists suggest that Van Gogh’s sunniest paintings should be kept in the darkest corners of museums as a precaution. A little part of Vincent might have enjoyed this.
We’ve never been fans of Peter Vallone Jr., but will admit that he’s spot on about plans to rename the Queensboro Bridge after Ed Koch. “This is part of the history of Queens the same way the Brooklyn Bridge is the history of Brooklyn,” said the name recognition councilman. It’s also stupid, costs money, and will never catch on. Plus, people should be buried before things get named after them. The City Council is expected to vote on the measure shortly.
Architect Didier Fiuza Faustino’s swing-set installation Double Happiness at the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Bi-City Biennial of Urbanism and Architecture is one killer coup of billboard ad space.
Gallery 1988′s latest tribute show is a multi-media shrine to the late dir. John Hughes, complete with many pretty, pink, occasionally creepy Molly Ringwald tributes and a Ferris Bueller’s Day Off board game. The exhibit has already started, and if you’re not over there in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend. “The Road To Shermer: A Tribute to John Hughes,” Various Artists, Feb 11 – Mar 4, Gallery 1988:Venice, Los Angeles
Hawaii, a state that isn’t part of the U.S. if a black president was born there, is seriously reconsidering the drug laws for possession of small amounts of weed and like California, may reduce the penalty to a $100 fine. Which also happens to be the same fee the Kenyan-annexed state is charging for Barack Obama’s birth certificate. There has to be something to this. Glenn….?
FEMA. Martial law. Quarantines. Eminent domain. Curfews! These have been the battle cries of conspiracy theorists for decades that were later popularized by Illuminati starter book, Behold A Pale Horse in 1991, and now, 20 years later, published as an official legal manual by the state of New York. The Times reports on the doomsday guide (PDF doc), that not surprisingly, was written by lawyers for lawyers and fittingly, reads like a horror novel. (Image: Pixeldust Studios)
Just like before, DEA agent and lead investigator, Dan McCaffrey, acknowledged “there was no evidence” of Buju Banton being a “drug trafficker” on the opening day of the dancehall artist’s retrial on Monday reports the Jamaica Observer. Defense Attorney David Oscar Markus was also able to get him to admit—under cross examination—that Buju didn’t put the money up or stand to profit from the transaction he was arrested for. McCaffrey even went on to say that there’s no link between the man who financed the deal and Buju. However, the agent did counter that he was likely a broker. Today, jurors heard tapes of Buju talking about drugs, but his lawyer said it was just that, talk.
Stop this narrative: Will Banksy show his face at the Academy Awards? Please. This ongoing myth about Banksy’s identity being secret was obnoxious in 2008, so you can imagine how it comes across in 2011. For the one millionth time, anyone capable of Googling “Banksy unmasked” knows what the well orchestrated street artist looks like. He got caught out there. It’s sad, I know, but it happened. Read more »
Photographer Michael Wolf’s recent Honorable Mention from World Press Photo for his Google Street View-gleaned A Series of Unfortunate Events has been attracting some aesthetic discussions. Is this photojournalism? Are dramatic grandmas that have fallen and can’t get up and Henri Cartier-Bresson-esque crops… art? Wait, are we still arguing about this? Read more »
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