Art and fashion are as interchangeable as beef and horse meat. If you’re reading this site, you probably have the fashion game on lock, but there has never been a better time to become a certified Art Expert.
What’s in it for you? Uh, how about a rosé-dark sea of open-bar parties? Mad chicks, bro? The luxury of putting out a post-irony ironic mixtape of literally the worst music ever that’s met with a sea of responses like, “YES PLEASE”? And, at this point, it’s probably easier than becoming a menswear guru because, while there is an army of cads online and off to dissect why trad is the old plaid is the new rad, no one has any fucking idea what to do with, like, a blonde wigged-naked doll whose legs have been re-purposed into a nutcracker. That was actually a real thing.
Also, art is hilarious. Like seriously, an artist is going to have The National perform the same song for six hours at PS1 in May. That's the kind of shit we’re dealing with here, people. My credentials, you ask? If presented with two objects, one of which being a painting, I can tell you which one is a painting. Think that doesn’t sound like enough? Then read on!
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