First get $100 million, then give this guy a call.
I think I’ll pass.
First get $100 million, then give this guy a call.
I think I’ll pass.
Hamlet: (to Horatio) Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio–holy damn, that is some serious bling!
The damn thing better have magical powers - *evil *magical powers.
Seriously. That’s like something out of Robert E. Howard. I expect a small horde of muscular barbarians to try and steal it within a week.
HA!
It will be purlioned by a lone, suave Englishman, who will leave a white glove, embroidered with the words: “The Phantom”.
And then, Clouseau…
Considering the fact Hirst’s outlay was $20 million (8,601 stones weighing 1,106.18 carats), I consider it an art world bargain.
Not that he needs the money, but when you put his life-sized, solid plantinum, $100 million skull along side Warhol’s silkscreens going for the same price - or worse yet, Twombly’s scribbling fetching $20 million, it looks like Hirst is selling himself short.
An ART “bad boy”??
I pity the future generations.