Just because you have a LEED certified building, if you have to drive 30+ minutes to get there, you’re kind of negating the advantages….
Right… I’ve never properly rooted around in the New British Artists concept from the 90s, but they did represent a turning point in the postmodern art world, specifically in the quotidian aspect of people like Tracy Emin.
I’ll put it bluntly: she is the opposite of the sorority girl who goes to college to land a job at a corporation that will give her a salary to merely exist and create value for the company. She walked out on a televised art roundtable, obviously drunk and with a splint on her finger, and the British television-watching public thought it was the coolest thing ever. Well, kinda. Remember this was the 1990s, way before Big Brother, The Bachelor, Masterchef, and all the kitschy reality television that has basically been accepted as an art form in its own right.
What I like about Emin is her brutal honesty. She accepts where’s shes’s been and what she’s focused on, and couldn’t care less about the critical reception.
I agree with this statement.
Following the concept of reality-is-hilarious-and-surreal behind overheardinnewyork.com (to which I’ve contributed my own eavesdropping hilarity) we find the Ch.ill version appropriately named Overheard in Chicago. Some gems:
Homeless Guy: “If I’m the auto dudes, I’m going to Congress and askin’ for 50 trillion dollars. You gotta start ‘um high and work ‘um down. Business basics, man. That’s why they failin’.”
– Wacker and Jackson
Guy: (on cell) “How much? For a freaking window? It’s a car! Are you crazy? I might as well put bricks in where the window was! Screw seeing! At least they won’t be able to break it again!”
– Oakton and Skokie Boulevard, Skokie