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.
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.
ReplyDeleteYea, and I could tell you the one about the plumber, pizza boy and the UPS delivery guy. WOOOF.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year stud.
Mega hairy muscle hugs to start off a great year.
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.
ReplyDeleteI'll take two wooden dolphin sculptures, please.
this shit gifts the true craftsman a bad name. ick.
ReplyDeleteSo those are the ones you bought, right?
ReplyDeleteI hope they call it Art Appenzell in Ft. Lauderdale. Were there any hedge fund managers running around buying stuff?
ReplyDeleteooh 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?
ReplyDeleteThere must be something there you could auction at Christie's.
ReplyDeletestop with the Lauderbashing!
ReplyDeletei love the Las Olas art fair.
boo.
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.)
ReplyDeleteI 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...
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