The sun is shining, the weather is sweet—and yes, shades are required! The Andy Warhol Foundation and Retrosuperfuture has once again teamed up to give us a chic and artsy way of blocking UV rays.
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My name “NOBODY” all started in Downtown, Los Angeles, when I was crossing the street. As I was crossing, I bumped into a skater kid who stopped me and asked, “Who are you?” When I was put on the spot I jokingly answered, “Nobody.” The kid looked at me and said “That’s right, we are all nobodies.
I started taking pictures as an artful way to express myself alongside playin’ ball and bike messenging. I figured I could do photography forever.
By his mid-20s, Maximillion Cooper’s resumé read like a collection of “When I Grow Up...” essays. At an age when most people are deciding on a career, Max’s titles already included race-car driver, fashion model, academic, fashion designer, socialite, skater, and BMX rider.
We get it, you can wipe your ass with hundred dollar bills, but sorry Jay, you're neither "the new Jean Michel" or "the modern day Pablo Picasso." If said artists could return the favor and include you in their work though, it might look something like this.
Dear friend of FRANK and curator of Chapter 22: New York, Nemo Librizzi—son of Rick Librizzi, one of Andy Warhol’s first NYC art dealers—is having a one-night only art show this evening.
OK. Here’s a little self-fornication—uh, I mean promotion. I have a big show/retrospective of my photography from 1985 till about the present at David Kesting Presents in Bushwick, Brooklyn this Friday night.