This is exactly what I came here to say. This is high performance art. This is the natural evolution of the troll. This is the bleeding edge of anonymous internetting, and fuck me if it’s not DELIGHTFUL.
This is exactly what I came here to say. This is high performance art. This is the natural evolution of the troll. This is the bleeding edge of anonymous internetting, and fuck me if it’s not DELIGHTFUL.
Look, Lady — she’s become a lot more classy since then. A way lot more very much so classy.
In the archive, inscribed with dates, are samples of Margret’s hair (from both her head and pubic region), her fingernails, and empty contraception packages, as well as a blood-stained napkin.
His wife had to apologize to Margret? Good grief.
It was probably a wig. It looks like the red version of the blonde wigs my mother had back then.
The real question is: how did her hair always look perfect in all those situations that imply she had just been having sex or sleeping or something?
An illicit love affair almost always goes un-chronicled. It’s in the inherent nature of the thing: an affair is…
The exhibit closes April 18, but if you’re in New York before then, I recommend stopping by to see it; I really enjoyed it.