Pro golfer and now Stanford college student, Michelle Wie has a blog, "Black Flamingo" where she demonstrates her artistic talents. There's a lot of pop-kitsch vibe to them, but it's not too bad. [Via]
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The winner of the Michael Jackson Monument Design Competition is the Michael Jackson Public Domain Countdown Clock by artist Evan Roth aka fi5e.
The monument is a digital display which counts down to the moment when all of Michael Jacksons’ creative content will enter the public domain. In 70 years when the clock reaches zero it will play Billy Jean on loud speakers, making it the first time the song is played free of copyright.
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Michael Jackson's iconic white glove was recently auctioned for $49,000 and will go on display at Vegas' Hard Rock Cafe. You guys keep it classy.
Danny DeVito recently jumped on the Twitter bandwagon a few days ago and is doing a remarkable job of elevating online discussions with gems such as his bellwether overshare tweet, "I just joined Twitter! I don't really get this site or how it works. My nuts are on fire," and insightful koans, "Happy Labor Day Bitches." His profile photo is also quite a work of art:
GYLLENHAAL: Your affection for dirty rap is something that people really don’t know about you, which I think is fascinating. You do incredible things for the world, and then you listen to just completely obscene hip-hop music.
PORTMAN: Really, really obscene hip-hop. I love it so much. It makes me laugh and then it makes me want to dance. Those are like my two favorite things, so combined . . . I’ve been listening a lot lately to “Wait (The Whisper Song)” by the Ying Yang Twins, where the lyrics are like, “Wait ’til you see my dick”—which is just amazing because it’s whispered. [whispers] “Wait ’til you see my dick . . . ” [laughs] Crazy. So I just listen to it like I’m a five-year-old, like, “Oh my god! I can’t believe he just said that!”
A fascinating A-Z database of celebrities and their real names.
Akon? Aliaune Damala Bouga Time Puru Nacka Lu Lu Lu Badara Akon Thiam.Bono? Paul David Hewson.
Alice Cooper? Vincent Damon Furnier
Daniel Edwards created this quite disturbing silver sculpture of a double fist breast feeding Angelina Jolie. Yay art!
A gallery of celebrities and their less well known twin siblings. Here's an old photo of the Kutcher twins. I'm not sure what Ashton's right hand is doing.
This photo of Michael Jackson out of the former Beverly Hills hotspot Chasen's, was snapped by Brad Elterman. Today would have been Michael's 51st birthday.
Elterman's camera captured the lifestyle of many celebrities during the 1970s and early 80s. Some of the photos are NSFW, like this one from a wild party.
John Mayer tweeted a challenge to Harvey Levin at TMZ that if Levin could unearth a 2001 mugshot taken of him after he was arrested for driving without a valid license, then Mayer would donate $25k to a charity of Levin's choice. The Smoking Gun jumped into the fray claiming they found it first. Sometimes celebrities have way too much money laying around their crib.
DJ AM's final tweet before he died, he quoted a line from Grandmaster Flash song.
I like this candid snapshot of a few people who worked at one point with John Hughes.
Awards are so pointless and stupid until you get one, and then it’s awesome.
For his new book "Wisdom," Andrew Zuckerman photographed and posed seven questions to 50 accomplished individuals all over 65 years of age.
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Last year I snapped this photo of a museumgoer at The Met.
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Pharrell's outfit choice in Spread ArtCulture Magazine.
Check out Andrew WK's hilarious response to an asinine question during an appearance on Fox News. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6H6n_onZI0&fmt=18]
Artist Paul McCarthy's "Michael Jackson Fucked Up (Big Head)" is his critique of Jeff Koons' disturbing "Michael Jackson and Bubbles."
An homage as much as a literal critique, McCarthy metabolizes the iconic work by Jeff Koons, of Michael Jackson holding his pet chimpanzee Bubbles, and excretes it as his own. Altering the original material of fragile porcelain, McCarthy has executed his version of the fallen pop star in bronze. Countering the refined connotations of the metal, the undifferentiated features of the faces differentiate McCarthy's portraiture from the excess of the baroque rendering of its inspiration. The oversized head of Michael appears as it might topple over like a statue of a deposed monarch, yet is propped up with a shim. The rough hewn texture leaves the evidence of its making intact, directing our attention to the performative quality of all art making.
McCarthy's Michael Jackson piece is estimated to be worth between 2 to 3 million dollars.