Rapper and professional James Franco hater Riff Raff is a pretty special guy. So it makes sense, then, that Cranbrook graduate Tré Reising would want to make him a super unique piece of commemorative art. Reising, who majored in sculpture, created an entire tableau for the man. It includes handmade resin letters, a papier mache gun, and the MTV logo. It’s apparently all part of Reising’s ongoing project, titled “Traphouse Bauhaus” in which Reising memorializes rappers like Gucci Mane (with a giant Gucci Mane ice cream cone!) and Project Pat. Reising presented it to Mr. Raff at his NYC show last night, and based on this photo, we’re guessing it went pretty well. [Art Fag City]
When it comes to judging — or rather, assessing — the appearance, weight, and other such physical attributes of People That Are Not Me, I am forgiving to the point that someone close to me refers to me (endearingly? maybe? I hope?) as “Shallow Hal” (post-hypnotherapeutic incantation, obviously). It’s not that I can’t see it, I just don’t care; what you look like means absolutely nothing to me. I tend to see a person with a personality, rather than a body with a face. And yet, when it comes to myself, I am cruel as can be. I say things to and about myself so callous and demeaning, I literally would not say them to my worst enemy. Look, I don’t even have a worst enemy, but in the event that I did, I would not be even half as mean to them as I am to myself. Body Dysmorphic Disorder: I got it on lock. Comedian Annie Lederman (who, by the way, looks really familiar, and I’m not sure if it’s because I ran into her at a party or something or because she bears a striking resemblance to Emily VanCamp, nor will I ever know, but we do have one mutual friend on Facebook) did an uncanny job of capturing the dichotomy between what you see when you look at me, which is an average, acceptably attractive human female, and what I see when I look in the mirror, which is Danny Devito. ACCURATE. [Annie Lederman via Huffington Post]
“Even world famous rappers have first world problems,” says the tagline for this amaaaaaazing Tumblr, featuring illustrator Ali Graham’s depictions of Jay-Z’s imagined “99 Problems.” Click through to see 12 of our favorites — including “No Toilet Roll” and “Broken Umbrella (Ella Ella)” — and the rest over at her blog, which updates with new and hilarious illustrations regularly. [Probs 99]
Boyfriends! When there isn’t a cat or a guinea pig around, they’re always great to dress up in a silly outfit. Or, your own clothes. Photographer Jon Uriarte is has done a portrait series called “The men under the influence…” of men dressed in their wives’ or girlfriends’ clothing inside the couple’s shared living space. The portraits seek to illustrate “the recent change in roles in heterosexual relationships from the relationships of our predecessors and how those changes have affected men in particular.” Uriarte continues, “The photos attempt to capture men’s sense of loss reference, now that women have taken a step forward and have finally come into their own as equal partners.” So I guess sisters are doing it for themselves now? And men aren’t wearing the pants anymore? So he photographed mean wearing women’s clothes? I’m not sure I get it. But hey, gender non-conformity can only be a good thing. So, um, carry on, gentlemen. [Laughing Squid via Jon Uriarte]
It’s summer. Time to kick back, relax and take a gander at absurd photos of kooky art that make you wonder if you might have what it takes to be a great artist.
You know, because what it takes seems to be insanity, some glue sticks and the ability to charm some municipality into letting you stick something funny in a bizarre place.
From a 90-foot cardboard box man hanging from a bridge to a woman who sleeps naked with pigs while you watch and even drunk Ernie here… there’s nothing not awesome about silly art that goes long. Read more on TruTV…
About a year after I first started working at The Frisky, Jessica was going through a bunch of old papers and somehow unearthed my résumé. I can’t believe they actually let me work here, because my (very brief) summary of education and accomplishments did not look all that unlike this hand-written document by a 20-year-old Jean-Michel Basquiat. Same references and everything, it’s crazy. It is not likely that my inchoate job application will one day sell for $50,000, but hey, you never know. [Complex]