So Kate Moss was feeling oh-so angst'y when she was in a relationship of sorts with heroin addict/musician Pete Doherty. She made some art. Her medium of choice? duh....lipstick.
Her xbf also decided to throw in some of his artistic inclinations with an inscription at the top of the print: Who needs blood when you have lipstick? His medium of choice? duh....blood.
This being said, it was "purchased" from Kate by an "anonymous collector" and then "they" sold it to an auction house.
Yea. Right. Sure. Uh huh. No! No! I totally believe you.
So the auction house was trying to sell it and the shit-on-canvas actually got up to $25,000 pounds, which is like, waaay far under 40 P.D.'s reserve price, man.
Her xbf also decided to throw in some of his artistic inclinations with an inscription at the top of the print: Who needs blood when you have lipstick? His medium of choice? duh....blood.
This being said, it was "purchased" from Kate by an "anonymous collector" and then "they" sold it to an auction house.
Yea. Right. Sure. Uh huh. No! No! I totally believe you.
So the auction house was trying to sell it and the shit-on-canvas actually got up to $25,000 pounds, which is like, waaay far under 40 P.D.'s reserve price, man.
It didn't sell. (insert shocked expression here)
I sware to GOD I would have registered as a buyer at that auction house and the minute- the very fucking first second!- I would have screamed, "THIRTY NINE THOUSAND, NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE POUNDS AND NINETY NINE CENTS FUCKBAGS!" And then just wait- because no one in their right mind would have done shit. The next bid would have won it. And who really wanted to do that? Aaaaand, thats what I thought.
Seriously, though. Who the FUCK bid 25,000 pounds? Who? Stand up. Go on. Get your stupid fucking ass out of the chair and make yourself known. You need to be shot.
Take it like a super model.
I sware to GOD I would have registered as a buyer at that auction house and the minute- the very fucking first second!- I would have screamed, "THIRTY NINE THOUSAND, NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE POUNDS AND NINETY NINE CENTS FUCKBAGS!" And then just wait- because no one in their right mind would have done shit. The next bid would have won it. And who really wanted to do that? Aaaaand, thats what I thought.
Seriously, though. Who the FUCK bid 25,000 pounds? Who? Stand up. Go on. Get your stupid fucking ass out of the chair and make yourself known. You need to be shot.
Take it like a super model.
Photo Credit AFP/HO London
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