I’ve been bitchin’ about this over on thingist so I figured I might as well bitch about it here too.

I’m lazy, so I’m going to cut-n-paste the original post from thingist:

First, Read this NYTime’s article. When this inspiration struck Mr. Forbes in 1989, he turned to a painter named James Childs, whose work Mr. Forbes’s father, Malcolm Forbes, had collected with interest. Up until then Mr. Childs had been painting mainly landscapes or classical motifs with models—that is, models he had to pay, instead of the kind who pay him. this would be disgusting as is, but look at the paintings! they’re not even good! they suck! the colors get muddy in the shadows, the drawing is wobbly, there is no dimension, everything seems flat, and the motifs are ridiculous and contrived!

what a bunch of assholes! they pay 10s of thousands of dollars for a VERY, VERY BAD painting of themselves, what a joke! the fucking rich people don’t even have taste anymore! or they’ve forgotten that they’re supposed to pay someone to tell them what is good and what isn’t. it’s a sad state, a sorry state, i tell ya.

check here for reproductions of this bad art.

a particularly tasty atrocity.
what sort of dumbass would paint this? seriously? is this a joke? this is satire, right? i mean—you gotta be kiddin’ me!

if anyone replies to this with a “these aren’t so bad” I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU! permanent link to this post