Brian Jones at the Manger Motor Lodge in Savannah, Georgia These incredible pictures of the Rolling Stones relaxing during their 1965 tour of the U.S.
Italian designer Silvio Lorusso has hit upon a marvelous new design game that anyone who uses Photoshop can play.
Bibbe and friend Love him or hate him, Beck Hansen’s family tree is jaw-droppingly cool. Not only was his maternal grandfather Fluxus artist Al Hansen, his grandmother was actress and poet Audrey Ostlin Hansen, and his mother Bibbe Hansen was, among her many incarnations, one of Warhol’s youngest Factory “Superstars” as well as an artist, actress, and musician in her own right.
In anticipation of the upcoming box set of The Velvet Underground’s White Light/White Heat 45th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition—which drops December 10th—the kind folks at the Universal Music Group have given Dangerous Minds readers a taste of what is to come.
This picture is a facial composite of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, circa 1777, generated around 1991 (no later than 1992) by the Bundeskriminalamt Wiesbaden—the Federal Criminal Police Office of Wiesbaden, Germany—from four portraits that appeared during Mozart’s lifetime.
Among his other gifts, Graham Chapman may have been the Python most capable of eliciting feelings of pathos in the audience.
Some artists, like Picasso and Dali, were discovered when they were young and their talents grew to maturity before the public eye.
Patti Smith has a passion for the Bloomsbury Group, the influential set of upper-middle class writers, artists, philosophers and intellectuals, who came to prominence in England during the early twentieth century and lasted, in various forms, until the 1960s.
Mummenschanz are one of those artistic movements that frustrate me with their peerlessness; they’re both difficult to describe and woefully under-appreciated outside of artsy circles and/or their native Switzerland.
Last week, 79-year-old feminist icon Gloria Steinem was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. During her acceptance speech, she graciously declared,“I’d be crazy if I didn’t understand that this was a medal for the entire women’s movement.” Should you be under the impression that this award is indicative of a tacit endorsement of feminism by either the the Obama administration or even the U.S.
I’ve always found it to be strange that if an artist makes you laugh, then they are automatically put in some kind of critically-disrespected box.
Weirdos and other smart people rejoice, for new Liars music is coming! Via Mute Records: The band, currently finishing the album at their studio in LA, have said that work on the new album was “almost the exact opposite experience to producing WIXIW”.
I imagine that interviewing Clint Eastwood is no easy task, for although the respected actor and director may appear open and charming, relaxed and good-natured, with a disarming modesty and a facility to talk, Eastwood rarely, if ever, reveals anything about himself.
Is there any song more synonymous with “classic rock” than “Stairway to Heaven”? Damn few. The eight-minute acoustic-to-electric meditation on bustles and hedgerows, among other things, has become the 800-pound gorilla of the classic rock song repertoire.
The other day I came across this intriguing picture of Nike boxes mashed up with Warholian Brillo boxes with no accompanying explanation.
This morning, in the course of searching for a King Crimson video, I ran across an incredible - and given the criminally low view counts, apparently undiscovered - trove of high quality New Wave and Gothic videos from the legendary British television show The Old Grey Whistle Test, none of which are to be found on the DVD collection.
Bob Dylan and the Band caught on b&w half-inch open reel videotape at the Isle of Wight Festival on August 31, 1969.
Keith Haring at the Tokyo Pop Shop Keith Haring had the great good fortune to become one of the most iconic and recognizable of the downtown artists of the 1980s—and while it was fairly obvious that he was gay and that his sexuality played some role in his work, a lot of people may be unaware that, on certain occasions, he expressed that side of himself far more fully in his art.
I hate the word “selfie.” I may hate it even more than the words “moist,” “slacks,” and even “creamy.” But I digress… So you can imagine my delight when I discovered the Feeling Cagey website.
My French isn’t quite good enough to figure out what’s going on in Kris Kool, an ultra-psychedlic journey to Venus, Mars, and Saturn, which turn out to feature puzzling geometrical landscapes with a pansexual phantasmagoria of nubile kaleidoscopic enchantresses in the full complement of Peter Max-ian primary colors.