Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Saturday, June 27, 2009

What Am I: Art X

We're almost at a month with this blogged finishing school, my dearest crackhead. I know you continue to dabble in "the stuff" on occasion with your lowlife, good for nothing friends despite my urging you to do otherwise. At least stay off "the stuff" during museum hours. Heaven forbid you confuse the Mona Lisa with La belle ferronnière.



a. Portrait of a Seated Lady by John Singleton Coply

b. Whistler's Mother by James Abbott McNeill Whistler

c. That's My Mama! by Randy Watson

d. Self Portrait by Grandma Moses

Thursday, June 18, 2009

What Am I: Art IX

It's been weeks since you've joined Mr. Mannerz on a quest to for self-enlightenment. I've been schooling you on the finer things in life and I hope you're following along. I really do. That crystal meth and low-life way of being will get you nowhere—FAST. By now you should be able to differentiate between fine art and couch art, right?




a. The Girl With the Blue Scarf by Titian

b. Girl With a Pearl Earring by Vermeer

c. The Gaze by Rembrandt

d. Seated Girl by Caravaggio

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

What Am I: Art VIII

For most of you, you're settling into the work week. Now you can let your coworkers know how much better you are than them by mentioning all of the wonderful works of art you saw over the weekend. While they played beer pong at some boorish bar in Kips Bay, you took advantage of the free admission at various museums in the city. You really make me proud, you know that?



a. Las Mujeres by Gareth Holmes

b. The Two Fridas by Frida Kahlo

c. Storm by Claudia Winters

d. Seated II by Diego Rivera

Monday, June 15, 2009

What Am I: Art VII

You're probably at the point where you've been able to cut your research down to mere minutes. Not only are you learning about a whole new world, my little crackhead, but you're also perfecting your Google skills.



a. To Be Held by Gareth Holmes

b. Mother Maternal by Susan Phipps

c. Cradled Child by Nora Parker

d. Mother and Child by Romare Bearden

Sunday, June 14, 2009

What Am I: Art VI

It feels so good knowing I'm making an impact on your life. One day—and I hope this day is in the near future—you will look at your ratty, sheetless mattress and know you deserve better. Here's another important piece I want you to research. You're an exceptional researcher. You found the cheapest dealer a couple of neighborhoods over. So I ask that you exhaust your energy on something more positive.



a. Howard by Meret Oppenheim

b. Barry by Andy Liechtenstein

c. Phil by Chuck Close

d. Bill by Barry Newcombe

Saturday, June 13, 2009

What Am I: Art V

By now I hope you've become accustomed to looking at a new piece of important art everyday. Isn't culture so much better than controlled substances? Crystal meth is so overrated. Or so I've be told.



a. Death by Charlotte by Jean-Louis Baptiste

b. The Death of Marat by Jacques-Louis David

c. The Letter by Gabriella Rosetti

d. La Mort de Auguste by Pierre Rainier-Chanel

Friday, June 12, 2009

What Am I: Art IV

By now I hope you've become accustomed to looking at a new piece of important art everyday. Isn't culture so much better than controlled substances? Crystal meth is so overrated. Or so I've be told.



a. Where There's Smoke... by Chuck Phar


b. Fire by Nancy Lewis


c. Burn by Kara Walker


d. Ignite by Earl Lopes





Thursday, June 11, 2009

What Am I: Art III

Moving right along. Mr. Mannerz is really pleased with your progress. In just a week's time, you've learned about art, fashion, food, how to pronounce certain words and what not to say to your ethnic friends. By the time you decide to take a trip to the Hermitage or the Getty, you'll be an art historian...of sorts.



a. The Child's Bath by Mary Cassatt

b. Gentle Feet by John Singer Sargent

c. Quiet Time by Marie Constantin

d. Le Bath Avec Maman by Robert Henri

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

What Am I: Art II


Mr. Mannerz is wishing on a star that you've taken a trip to your local museum and/or gallery. Truly, if you plan to leave that crystal meth past behind you, you must move forward in a more refined manner. The best way to feel better about yourself and to make others feel less than is to get your art bearings. As was the case with the last installment of What Am I: Art, we're covering more iconic artwork first.




a. Under Construction by Richard Hamilton

b. The Builders by Jacob Lawrence

c. The Great Migration by Elizabeth Catlett

d. Family by Romare Bearden




Tuesday, June 9, 2009

What's the Scenario? Art Opening

Okay my sweet little recovering meth heads, dope fiends, and crack addicts. It's almost been a week since you've boarded the Mr. Mannerz Finishing School bus. Hopefully you've placed the tin foil and pipe aside in order to make space for more culture and refinement.



You've been attending cocktail parties left and right, dining at non-chain restaurants with napkins made out of natural fibers, and you've brushed up on your classic literature. Now it's time for the ubiquitous summer art opening. Whether you're in Chelsea or SoHo, you need to know what to say, what to wear, and how to carry yourself.

First, you need to wear something that screams creative without being too cliché. Vintage 80s Japanese anything (No Yohji. No Rei. No Issey.) is absolutely out of the question. Leave that to people already in the know. It'll look like a mere costume when you wear it. For you, only baby steps. Here's a complete outfit you guys AND dolls. Dolls first:






















The crocodile vest is by Rick Owens and retails for $11,415. The drop-crotch pants are from Alexander McQueen's diffusion line McQ. You may purchase them for only $270. And those red brogues are by Church's. Yes, one could consider them ugly, but artsy people adore ugly clothes. They feel more intellectual and above-it-all in ugly clothes. Get them for $470. Now you're saying, "Mr. Mannerz, I can't afford over $12,000 in clothing."

My dear, you spent that (and more) easily on your little addiction in under two weeks at one point. Plus, who can say no to a crocodile vest? This look says I'm not trying too hard, when Lord knows you and everyone else in the gallery is trying harder than you've ever tried in your life. Remember, most of the people attending the opening were (or are) on controlled substances as well. But they're more into cocaine or prescription drugs, not lowbrow meth or whack crack.

Oh, and there's no need for a handbag. In fact, you shouldn't carry bags for a while my little recovering klepto.

Ok gents. You're up! You, sir, don't have to try nearly as hard as the girls. Disheveled miraculously works for you. Let about 2.5 days worth of stubble grow in. Don't wash your hair for the same amount of time. And skip a bath every other day for a week. The right odor needs to emit from your filthy pores. As far as what to wear, that's simple enough:
















The gold jeans are by Dior Homme and cost $450 (on sale from $750—an absolute steal!). The Acne Jeans shirt retails for $72. Make sure you lay it on your tattered mattress and jump around on it a bit. You want to achieve the perfect rolled-out-of-bed look. The cougars go wild for that—makes you appear vulnerable and brings out their maternal instincts. You see, the cougar's son is away at med school making something of himself. She feels useless. And now, with all of the Botox floating around, an older woman is just as smooth and shiny as a gal your age—and richer! Finally, the Opening Ceremony leather trim sneakers come out to be $116 (down from $290).

All of the above six items can be purchased at eLuxury with your credit card. Not your mother's credit card that she left in her wallet in her purse in her closet under lock and key that you happened to accidentally stumble upon. Not your coworker's credit card either. She has that locked up in her filing cabinet. And then again, you don't have to buy these exact items. There are plenty of similar items to be had at these stores that cater to the junior crowd. You know what I'm talking about.

Now, how to act. Say very little. When you look at people, stare at them with a crazy intensity. It will make you appear deeper than you really are. Also, when looking at one of the pieces of artwork that make absolutely no sense, take extra long. It will seem as though you're analyzing it. If some busybody should happen to lean over your shoulder and ask if you get what the artist is trying to say, simply crack a smug smile and be on your way. This will make them feel stupid and you feel smart. There's no need to bring up Les Desmoiselles d'Avignon. It's the only piece of art I've shown you. Give it a year's time before you start discussing specific pieces.

Remember, Mr. Mannerz is only trying to protect you from embarrassing yourself in public.

Monday, June 8, 2009

What Am I: Art I


Chances are you've spent more time in abandoned buildings (read: crackhouses) with your "friends" in the past year than in museums and galleries. As with all other Mr. Mannerz primers, my goal is to get you up to speed on the finer things in life. While you're an expert in various types of tin foil, needles and pipes, I'm a connoisseur of art, fashion, and food. Mr. Mannerz is not here to judge you or your questionable past. I'm here to help. I'll take it easy with you and start out with more iconic pieces.




a. Untitled 38 by Amelie Gauguin

b. Les Demoiselles d'Avignon by Pablo Picasso

c. Cinq Hos by Jean Valgaultier

d. The Scream by Edvard Munch