Spring Ahead

Read the Julian Schnabel piece in the latest Vanity Fair.

I was grooving until it mentioned that he was condo-ing his own building out.

What the fuck??!

I don't think he's a good painter, or even film-maker, for that matter (though the value of Basquiat is pretty unquestionable)--but he's an important enough artist historically and globally that he should be living in his own fucking house!!?

I guess he should have stayed in the unique arts, like painting, and stayed away from the mass arts, like movies, where the money even for the best is shit.

If I were you I would be ashamed to live in a world that treats it's artists so poorly. What a fucking joke. The sold-out hedge fund hand job geeks get their own islands and the only visual artist who even matters (even though he's leftover grunge at this point) is taking on roomers like the fucking broke British aristocracy. Now ain't that some Cherry Orchard shit?!

The poor bastard probably doesn't even have dental insurance. He owns a Picasso and doesn't even have dental insurance.

Ha. You can't even make money being a SUCCESSFUL artist.

Must mean the collapse of the old order in nigh.

Buy your leather pants now.

Motherfuckers.