egelantier
orangememory
if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it.
You missed some of the best ones
the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.
But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.
How could you forget this one though
I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.
someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?
Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.
So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.
Art world is not thrilled with that.
Enter Stuart Semple.
Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.
Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.
Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”
Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.
Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.
He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.
Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.
So I think we can guess who got the better deal.
And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.
…But not quite.
Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.
No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.
The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.
Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.
So that’s been the art world for the last two years.
Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.
Reblogging for “By attending this event you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, you are not attending on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor. To the best of your knowledge, information, and belief this event will not be attended by Anish Kapoor.”
ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!
I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life
im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands
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millennialgospel
…I have watched white churchmen stand on the sideline and mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. In the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic injustice, I have heard many ministers say: “Those are social issues, with which the gospel has no real concern.” And I have watched many churches commit themselves to a completely other worldly religion which makes a strange, un-Biblical distinction between body and soul, between the sacred and the secular
ryekamasaki
crackpairingprincess asked:
Ehehe, what a great idea! This isn’t much but I hope you like it! Thank you for responding! <3
There’s a certain little rush that Koushi gets as he steps onto the grounds of Karasuno again, a little thrill that winds its way through his blood as they trace the familiar path to the open doors of the gym. Next to him Daichi lets out a tiny laugh at Asahi mentioning the nostalgia of it, and Koushi grins at him and raises an eyebrow. He barely waits for the spark of comprehension to light in Daichi’s eyes before he takes off across the ground, the wind whipping through his hair. There’s a yell and some spluttering from behind him, and he glances back just enough to see Daichi and Asahi have followed his lead.
He runs as fast as he can, arms spread to either side, and only stops when he’s made it to the gym, panting as the other two stumble and flop them all into a pile on the ground, laughing breathlessly. Asahi is the first up again, holding a hand out to each of them to help them stand. Koushi exchanges a grin with Daichi and they take his hands at the same time, tugging until he’s fallen down to them again, his hair falling around his shoulders with the force of his renewed laughter.
“Guys.” Asahi pats them both and tries to stop laughing, pushing away to make it to his feet again. He holds his hands out again, looking like he completely expects the same thing to happen but refuses to change his mind. “Lets see how our smallest crows are doing, yeah?”
And this time they stand properly, taking a moment to brush off their clothes as they think about the last time they paid a visit to their precious kouhai. Daichi laughingly recalls it as they finally step up through the door, and then Koushi is frozen, smile still in place, as he gets a good look inside. He barely registers the yell Hinata lets out when he realizes they’re there, too distracted by the sight of the long, long legs of someone bent over on court to fetch a dropped ball.
When he straightens up again, Koushi realizes that Tsukishima has gotten impossibly taller. His legs go on for what looks like forever under a pair of shorts that Koushi knows is the usual uniform but looks tinier than he ever remembers. His hair is longer, curling around his ears, clinging to the back of his neck with sweat. Everything about him is lithe but obviously muscular, and he’s grown into the lankiness of years past with grace. Koushi feels his mouth go dry as Tsukishima turns to them with a small but genuine smile.
Yamaguchi joins him after a minute, and then the others follow suit and Koushi forces himself to look them over too. They’ve all grown, in more ways than one, though they still refer to Daichi as ‘captain’ and bow to him before Hinata begins to chatter away at breakneck speed, but it’s Tsukishima that Koushi’s eyes and attention continue to drift back to, over and over again. After a while they usher the younger boys back to practice, waving as they head back to the outside world, and just before Koushi turns away Tsukishima bends to adjust his sneaker, aiming a tiny smirk Koushi’s direction.
He nearly stumbles down the steps out of the gym, barely listening to Asahi and Daichi talking about how well they’ve all grown, only one clear thought ringing through his head. ‘I’m in so much trouble now, aren’t I.’
Daichi shoots him a look, his eyebrow raised, but continues his conversation, and Koushi knows that only confirms it.
anime-or-anigay
Tsukishima: we have the type of relationship where we finish each other’s -
Yamaguchi: sentences.
Tsukishima: Don’t interrupt me.
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terrifyingjellyfish
I was at a movie theater yesterday (to see Disaster Artist, of course), and when I turned down this hallway, I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn’t in a damn Source Engine game, look at that repeating ass texture
but since I’m a game dev, of course i felt obligated to take a picture and make a PBR material from that interesting carpet design. Grab the texture here and go make a Counter Strike map or something
antique-romantic
kitterjitters
Hello white mutuals. Before you is a charcuterie board with 15 different types of cheese. If you manage to go 12 hours without touching the cheeses you can leave this room. Good luck.
I was eating off this cool cheese plate while you were talking can you repeat that pls
rythyme
bokuboks
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ryoconut
fyeahbnha
shitpostpriest
ianime0
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