Peter Lindbergh, Naomi Campbell, Linda Evangelista, Tatjana Patitz, Christy Turlington and Cindy Crawford, British Vogue, 1987
Richard Prince, Untitled (Jokes), 2006, laser engraved and burned wood panel.
My future bachelor pad after I win the lotto will have a few pieces from his jokes series on the wall.
Photo by Terry Richardson.
Marble piece by Yakov Kazhdan.
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Packing tape art by Igor Eskinja.
Nod your head if you're happy it's Friday.
Luxury logo by Jason Alper.
Pee-wee Herman at Katz's. The Pee-wee Herman Show is coming to Broadway and Judd Apatow is producing a new Pee-wee movie as well. So excited!
From the archives. Who knew 
Sexy bicycle rack on 44th Street and Broadway in Times Square.
Posted from mobile. Excuse thumbos.
Reddit users are sharing the most expensive mistake they've made. This one (if it's true) is a kick to the nuts.
I met both Carl Page and Larry Page at a party hosted by a Stanford friend of mine in 1998. Carl gave me his card for eGroups and said "we're hiring". Larry gave me his card for Google—a flimsy bit of paper obviously printed by bubble jet—and said "we're hiring".
I said, "Nah, who needs another search engine?" and went to graduate school.
I still have the card.
Kinda lame it didn't say "I'm CEO, bitch."
My good friend sent me a photo that he snapped yesterday of his girlfriend's dog, which he as unofficially adopted. It's too damn cute to not share here, especially since it combines two of my favorite things: dogs and video games.
Comedy in graffiti. I encourage 
Aside from leaves changing color, another sign of autumn's official arrival: wearing velvet evening jackets obviously.
[Photo via a Flickr user with a lot of time on their hands]
The French youth celebrate Friday as aggressively as Lakers fans.
I think I've posted this before, but it doesn't hurt repeating: Happy Friday!
Digging this double slide by Karyn Olivier.
My friend Andy aka "Former Coworker" 
Bob Guccione, the founder of Penthouse Magazine, passed away on Wednesday. According to his obituary in the Gray Lady, the first promotional brochure with explicit examples of Penthouse was mistakenly sent to "clergymen, schoolgirls, old-age pensioners and wives of members of Parliament" due to an old mailing list.
The outcry was huge. And there was a $264 fine for mailing indecent materials. But all 120,000 copies of the first issue of Penthouse sold out in days, and Mr. Guccione, a struggling artist from New Jersey who had been knocking around Europe for more than a decade, was on his way to being a tycoon.
Filed under "There's no such thing as bad publicity."