That was the best art documentary I have ever watched in my entire life. I highly suggest that everyone interested in art watch it. It is wonderfully inpirational: It already has my gears turning, and my head in my sketch book. Although Banksy's visual identity is not revealed, and I wasn't expecting it to be. However, the film does allow for an insightful glance into the workings of his mind, procedure, and over all nature.

The film follows a French store owner, obsessed with video taping his life, as he descends into the underground world of street art. It also then shows the audience from more of a third person point of view his career as an artist after his apprenticeships with Space Invader (his nephew), Shepard Fairey, and the ever elusive Banksy. An optimal candidate for the AVAM, Thierry Guetta transcended his life as a bored man in a stagnant career to M.W.B. or Mister Brainwash; one of the foremost progressive street artists in the world. Two thumbs way way up, and a must watch for all.

Merry Belated Christmas

God Bless Us Everyone

Exit Through the Gift Shop (Before)

Hello all. And by All I mean none. Because no body follows my blog, and well if they did, they might like what I'm about to talk about. Aujourd'hui je suis l'intellectual crème de l'intellectual crème. (Quote a dear friend of mine, speaking about and older peer at school who was acting like an ass on the L'Eleventh Grade Voyage à Québec!!! [If I remember correctly but the chances of that might be slim to none. .])

SO

I'm downloading right now this documentary called Exit Through the Gift Shop, featuring footage of the impecable Shepard Fairey and the mysterious Banksy. I also just realized for $4.99 on iTunes, one can rent a movie, and have it for 29 days! Whether you may watch it as much as you like for that 29 day period or if one has 29 days to watch it in it's entirety once, is alas a mystery to me. But anyway, I suspect this shall be a compelling documentary of recent street art, and those on its forefront. It's also rated R, which seems interesting to me. This shines a whole new light on my preconceived idea of the plot of this film, and filmography-wise nature of it as well.

I'm going to climb into bed and watch it, and you'll hear from me soon.

AU REVOIR TOUT LE MONDE!

[I intend for you, the reader, to have imagined me telling you all this whilst doing a Lisa Lampanelli impression.]

My HEll

Oakland Raider Fans
Circle I Limbo

Hipsters
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

The New York Yankees
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

Nancy Pelosi
Circle IV Rolling Weights

Creationists
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Republicans
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Rednecks
Circle VII Burning Sands

Scientologists
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

George Bush
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

TODAY: I am queso chz...and at work with nothing to do. I work at a snack bar at a country club, and on days when its raining. I have to come in and sit until I'm told I can go home. Atleast I'm getting paid to do this shit.

TODAY: I went to a baby shower and remembered how much grand fun family functions are. HA. Mind you, to this baby shower I was given a ride by my dear great-grandmother. Scary as shit. That woman should not have her license any more. Before hand, threw this together. While doing this, I also...skyped with a friend, started downloading Melody A.M. (röyksopp album), finished a blanet, cleaned my kitchen, and played the piano. I get side tracked so easily. I love it.

listen to this. its amazing.