Showing posts with label Andy Warhol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andy Warhol. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Embarrassing moment for a Fluxus kids


Beck's grandfather was Al Hansen; he was a fabulous artist who made collages out of Hershey bar wrappers in the shape of Stone Age Venuses, and wrote the primer on Happenings. Al's daughter Bibi lived with him in New York when she was a teenager, at the peak of the Fluxus period. She has hilarious stories to tell, because unlike my parents--who always made sure dinner was on the table and knew when to shop for school clothes--Al was completely oblivious. So Bibi, after being home alone for a few days without food, opened some cans of tomato soup in the kitchen cupboard--and they turned out to be signed Warhols.

Interview with Hannah Higgins.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Uh, no. Uh, no. Uh, yes.

My brother and I talked about our favorite artists' television clips. Above is my favorite, and below is his.

The Dali clip is the only commercial Salvador Dali ever made, for Lanvin Chocolate. Never ceases to cheer me up.

Below is one of many Andy Warhol interviews in which Warhol only answers yes or no to every question the interviewer asks. My brother specifically remembered one where Warhol offered to talk in a robot voice and proceeded to do so for the rest of the interview. This clip, though, is short and satisfying.