Showing posts with label telephone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label telephone. Show all posts

Sunday, March 14, 2010

When Your Conjugal Visit Goes Awry...

This came out last Thursday but...
This is what happens when your conjugal visit goes awry:
You end up wrapped in crime scene tape and forced to use beer cans as curlers.
Beyonce bails you out and you ride around in the Pussy Wagon from Kill Bill. How venomous. Just make me a sandwich.

Monday, February 22, 2010

You Can Call Me On The Telephone

Day 16 of 28 Days of Warhol
We're getting a little behind I see...

Warhol was not only obsessed with Polaroids. He was also very much into talking on the phone, which is why the gift to Jim Morrison of a telephone was so fitting.

Warhol loved to spend hours talking on the phone. He would record some of the conversations he had with friends on the phone. To Warhol the phone is, what the voice recorder was to Hunter S. Thompson. It was the crucial communication device that bound the genius to his work and the public. If Warhol did not love the telephone, he would have been quite the isolated man.