Pretentious bollocks
Possibly the worst event I ever went to was an evening of turntablists in London. The lights went down, the first guy put a cymbal onto a turntable, dropped the needle on it and left it making screeching noises for ten minutes.
When the lights came up, half the audience had snuck out.
What's the most pretentious rubbish you've ever been to see in the name of art?
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 14:19)
Possibly the worst event I ever went to was an evening of turntablists in London. The lights went down, the first guy put a cymbal onto a turntable, dropped the needle on it and left it making screeching noises for ten minutes.
When the lights came up, half the audience had snuck out.
What's the most pretentious rubbish you've ever been to see in the name of art?
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 14:19)
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Yes, but is it art?
Having come from a very good all-girls (steady) high school, and a college doing media and film, I have witnessed (and taken part in for a laugh) all kinds of pretentious, twatty bollocks.
Best ones? GCSE art exam, girl few tables behind me proceeds to lift one breast free of bra, dunk in red acrylic (don't know why I remembered that) paint and plonk it on the big sheet of paper, then left, looking smug. She was bastard odd anyway, and used to smoke silk cut.
And I made a film once (and got a B+) for my film course (funny that), which consisted of a 5 second piece of footage of my friend Luke hitting himself in the head with a lunch tray, repeated lots of times. 340 I think. It was called 'Le Petit Dieu' (the little god), and I was pushing my luck and seeing what I'd get for it. That b+ is what saved me from getting a U in the end as well. Tarts.
( , Sat 1 Oct 2005, 12:04, Reply)
Having come from a very good all-girls (steady) high school, and a college doing media and film, I have witnessed (and taken part in for a laugh) all kinds of pretentious, twatty bollocks.
Best ones? GCSE art exam, girl few tables behind me proceeds to lift one breast free of bra, dunk in red acrylic (don't know why I remembered that) paint and plonk it on the big sheet of paper, then left, looking smug. She was bastard odd anyway, and used to smoke silk cut.
And I made a film once (and got a B+) for my film course (funny that), which consisted of a 5 second piece of footage of my friend Luke hitting himself in the head with a lunch tray, repeated lots of times. 340 I think. It was called 'Le Petit Dieu' (the little god), and I was pushing my luck and seeing what I'd get for it. That b+ is what saved me from getting a U in the end as well. Tarts.
( , Sat 1 Oct 2005, 12:04, Reply)
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