celebrity (sc/p)oop
Music: Psychic TV: Mouth Ov Thee Night (1985)
Folks, I can report with some certainty that today is indeed a shitty day, but in more ways than one. DJ Smokehouse Brown lifted my spirits when he emailed to report that the artist Daniel Edwards is at it again. Edwards first made a splash with his sculpture of Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug. Primal, baby! This time he has sculpted a memento to celebrate baby Suri's first poop! That's right: Tom and Kate's firstborn has been honored with a bronze statue of the first, successful solid Suri-stool. I think that's too big of a log for one little tot, but then, what do I know?
The gallery director of the outfit displaying this "piece" has been quoted as saying that "a brozed cast of a baby's first poop can be a meaningful memento for the family." He hopes to receive bids as high as $50,000 for the golden shit, which is earmarked for the March of Dimes.
While I thought that Edward's first media/art event was a little disturbing (though truthful), I must admit that this feat is as timely as it is ingenious. I am now a fan. Today Vanity Faire finally released the first photos of baby Suri, presumably one of the most cherished exclusives of the tabloid media world. Edward's Twinkly Loaf, however, brilliantly represents the power of the fetish and the almighty gravity of the objet a . . . oh, what is the true value of baby photos? What has Holmes labor truly wrought? Suri is surely a little media monster, the Rosemary's baby and It's Alive creature of our time!
[grumpy end of the day edit: still a shitty day. Why? Well, I cannot report all the whys, but here's some: tower computer G5, which I do most of my work on, has been in repair since July 12; lap-top computer G4--the back up that does not have the video stuff for editing classroom clips, etc.--decided to crash shortly after the original post; up to school with tech folks, return home, internet service is out. I now have internet intermittently . . . ugh . . . how easily we forget the little things that pile up into one big bronzed piece of doodie.]