It’s refreshing to see that in this age of increasing financial uncertainty, the world is reining in its spending somewhat. Well, apart from this £1.5 million statue of Kate Moss built from solid gold.
<Spits coffee over monitor>
From the desk of artist Marc “You ain’t seen nothing like the mighty” Quinn, this terrifyingly expensive trinket raises many questions about the value of art in a failing free market economy, how one lifts that much gold up the stairs and most importantly, why in the name of shitting hell would you lay out that much dough on a statue of the horrendous, stick thin, skanky drug hoover that is Kate Moss? “The ideal beauty of the moment”, my arse.
Not that I’m saying that my arse is the ideal beauty of the moment. Although it is, obviously.
For given, inverse values of ‘ideal’.
