Let the one-liners begin. (All photos by *fab*.)
Because we can never resist any event drenched in gobs of hype, we arranged for our Flickr bud *fab* (who endured one veeeeerrrry long line) to bring you an extensive photo essay of Banksy’s show at England’s Bristol Museum — an assemblage of visual one-liners so exhaustive, it puts Richard Prince to shame.
The show is up through Aug. 31.
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Let’s start with the one of the most interesting parts of the exhibit: the line. Here it is…at 10:45 a.m. on a Monday morning.
The second part of the line was divided into five separate rows to enter.
To progress from the second part of the line, to the third part of the the line, you had to get your hand stamped. And agree to give Banksy your first-born.
1:30 p.m.: Finally at the front door!
Tweety, growing old, in the Unnatural History section.
Oh, I get it: the line. Ok. Next.
Nice sweater: A recreation of Banksy’s studio.
Disclaimer: The museum does not condone illegal activity. But it is happy to generate all kinds of buzz off an artist (it allegedly hasn’t met) who is known for creating illegal works.
The wall labels read “local artist.”
Because no prankster exhibit is complete without a knock-off of Michelangelo’s David. Woulda been ideal if it’d had a Mona Lisa, a Last Supper and a Persistence of Memory right behind it.
The finest piece in the show.
Admiring the “art.”
Would look just smashing over the couch.
This smoke break has been brought to you by Kool cigarettes.
Even better with 3-D glasses.
“A system error has occurred.”
Naughty rock formations.
I think I saw this in a Kenneth Anger film once.
From the private collection of the Fashion Island mall in Newport Beach.
I prefer honey mustard.