Sunday, January 06, 2008

Braindeadlian Art Fair

Two lawyers, a psychologist and a priest attend an annual "art" exhibit in Fort Lauderdale on its "posh" boulevard, and are so shocked that they refrain from comment. Shifting gears, they laugh and acquire food and drink. here are typical of the more than 500 exhibitors. Let no one again upbraid me for calling this place Braindeadlia. I love it for other reasons.

11 comments:

evilganome said...

Words fail me. I'm laughing like hell, but what to say? I knew there was a reason I stayed up here in the frozen north.

buff said...

Yea, and I could tell you the one about the plumber, pizza boy and the UPS delivery guy. WOOOF.

Happy New Year stud.

Mega hairy muscle hugs to start off a great year.

David said...

Just because someone wearing antlers wasn't pouring a bucket of water over their head while reciting Goethe in the original German doesn't mean it's not art.

I'll take two wooden dolphin sculptures, please.

BigAssBelle said...

this shit gifts the true craftsman a bad name. ick.

Homer said...

So those are the ones you bought, right?

henry said...

I hope they call it Art Appenzell in Ft. Lauderdale. Were there any hedge fund managers running around buying stuff?

Tater said...

ooh ooh! I must have the little psychedelic crab! I will wear it slightly askew, through the opening of my zipper. How could you have passed it by?

Y | O | Y said...

There must be something there you could auction at Christie's.

Joe said...

stop with the Lauderbashing!

i love the Las Olas art fair.

boo.

Cooper said...

You're right. There are no words. And this was typical? I have to think an apt word would be Piss-artist ... as in taking the piss. (The little wooden sailboats at the bottom right hand corner aren't tooooo bad, though.)

somewhere joe said...

I love it for other reasons too. But does anybody go to an art fair to see art? After wading through sheaves of watercolor pelicans on a post and forests of bamboo wind chimes, the best one can hope for is inspired chachkas, the tackier the better. I'd say the fountain planter heads are right up there with the best, er, worst, um, others in a similar vein...