Do you really need an 80s style yuppie in your front yard?
Who is J. Seward Johnson, Jr. and why do his life size bronze statues look as pompous as his name sounds? Are these an insightful interpretation of modern society or are they yet another eyesore created by an untalented artist who has a great PR department. Really, how much imagination does it take to make a mold of Skippy the neighbourhood accountant, clothe it, and then bolt it to the sidewalk. You could probably go to any city's financial district with a bear trap, snare a preppie, and mount him to your front walk for a fraction of what this bozo is charging - that's including the Taxidermist's fees.
And the expression on these statues faces! - it looks as though they've just shit their pants!
Anyway, we've done a quick critique of a few of Junior's works. Please enjoy.
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Forever Marilyn "Hot Shit"
The scan doesn't do the fart cloud emanating from Marilyn's dress justice. But then Junior's statues don't do anything justice.
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"Quiet Please" Pphewt!
Okay...so exactly why do we need rich wanks playing mini-golf and why does this ad need pointless close ups of them?
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Anticipation
Anticipation of what I wonder...
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Elemental The Big Wind
There's a fresh breeze coming off this one.
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Courtside Cramp Strategies
Gee Skippy describe it to me again.
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Best Seller Depends
Is there any point to this?
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Frequent Flyers Farters
Horrid just horrid.
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