What is Hollywood, you ask, dear children? A quorum of whores babbling endlessly on about fucking while the bordello is razed for a penny arcade -- Paul Bern

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


The experience of the work of art is now scalable. The Benjaminian gap between cult and intimacy is a slider, and can be adjusted with one's mood.

It's the Photoshopification of aura. The artist herself must provide the knobs.

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