Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Tumtum by Gil Yefman

I took these photos today at the About Stupidity exhibition at the Petach Tikva Museum of Art.


This thing is basically amazing.


Also, it farts.


Every art museum needs an awesome piece of art that also farts.


Otherwise, what do we even have art museums for?


Bonus: two artsy black and white photos. It's the graininess that makes it art!

This black kitty was sleeping peacefully just outside the museum. I woke it up because I'm a dick.

I thought I had crushed my camera to death on the bus, so once I got off it I had to see if it still worked. This is the result.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Vacation Photos, Part II: Hotel Room Art That Looks Like Excited Lady Parts

Slimy vaginas. Slimy vaginas everywhere.



Bonus photo: a scary cyborg triceratops!


Monday, November 5, 2012

Exquisitely Fappable

The following pieces of artwork were photographed this week at the Salon d'Automne Israel art exhibition at the Old Jaffa Port. Enjoy!











Note: if you own the rights to a specific piece, please contact me at once so that I may mail you the corresponding batch of splooge extracted under its influence, or an equivalent amount of said splooge. Especially if your name starts with an X.


Update: yes, that's really her in the comments, and yes, she really did say my splooge is her bread. This planet is getting pretty darn weird and I don't think I like it anymore.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Awesome Junkyard Monsters!

This fantastic creation is the brainchild of artist Peter Poddubni (I hope that's the right spelling). Made of nothing but discarded old pieces of machinery, it was displayed last week at the Creation Cycle exhibition at the Yaffo port, and I WANT IT ALL FOR MYSELF.




(Photos courtesy of my Mom and her phone, since I didn't have my camera with me.)

Friday, July 6, 2012

I'm Such a Huge Fan!






Rabin Square, Tel-Aviv.

Monday, December 12, 2011

A Short While Ago, in a City Far, Far Away

This is what the escalators leading to the Tel-Aviv municipality building look like these days:


The artwork was created by graffiti artist Dover D last weekend, and you have to admit it's pretty awesome. They don't really allow cameras into the building, so I guess that makes me some sort of hardcore badass rebel or something. Right now I'm just kicking myself as hard as I can while wearing slippers for not having the brains to actually ride the escalators when I had the chance, because it looked like so much fun! Hopefully the design will still be there next time I have to get frozen vegan burgers at the organic supermarket next door.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Kindly refrain from peeing on the art

Here's how it was supposed to work, back when this piece was first installed at the Tel-Aviv Museum of Art: you slide the door open, and enter a small room. Once you're inside, the door slides shut automatically. Inside the room there's a bench-type thingy where you can sit, and this metal toilet/sink combo. I guess it was supposed to say something insightful about something, but I'm just not bright enough to get stuff like that.

Oooooh!!! I'm bursting!!!

I can't remember the artist's name, but clearly they have very little understanding of human nature in general, and specifically Israeli nature. Naturally, when you put a person in a small, private room with a toilet, they're going to pee in it, even if the toilet isn't really connected to anything. It's in our nature! So yeah, the door doesn't slide shut anymore. They used to place a security person outside the door, to make sure nobody pees in there anyway, but apparently they don't do it anymore, which is why I was able to take this photo, despite the museum's strict no photography policy. I'm pretty sure that if I were quiet enough, I would've been able to go number one in there too. There's nothing quite as exciting as peeing where you shouldn't be peeing, but I guess I'm just too much of a pussy to do anything of that sort indoors.


Bonus art from the sixth biennale of Israeli ceramics at the Eretz Israel Museum, where they're nice enough to let you take all the pictures you want:

A yellow cockroach with blinking eyes!
An adorable mutated baby!
And some nice hookers!

And finally, some bonus art(?) from the flower show in Raanana:

Freaking potatoes!!!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Museums smell funny

I only have one question about the newly renovated Israel Museum in Jerusalem: how come they thought it was okay to display this elegant piece of art on the wall at the Dada exhibition hall,

Marcel Duchamp's Fountain

...but they couldn't bother to install even a single urinal in the men's room? It's just weird, because everybody knows that using a urinal is the most fun a person could possibly have while urinating indoors. In a completely unrelated matter, guess what I did at the museum! I'll give you a hint: it was brown and it didn't smell very nice. Also, in yet another completely unrelated matter, I think I may have recently contracted some sort of STD from a toilet seat. When bright green goo starts oozing out of your penis it's time to go see the peepee doctor, right?

Hans Bellmer's The Half-Doll

This alone was worth the price of admission

Hans Bellmer's The Top, aka BOOBIES!!!

Purdy

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A very late vacation post... with hookers!

Last month I went on an eight day visit to Hamburg, as a guest of the senate, and it was so totally friggin' awesome that I very nearly wet myself when it was time to get back to the smelly, lint-filled belly button of the Middle East. Every large European city I've ever been to is pretty and cool and interesting in its own way, especially when you compare it to the sun-scorched cultural semi-desert I usually inhabit, but the city of Hamburg, with its gorgeous maritime glory and unadulterated free-for-all sleaze, really does take the giant slice of warm apfelstrudel with a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream on the side.


I'll start with the obvious: German chicks are just too lovely for their own good. It was an absolute thrill to be around so many attractive young ladies who were so terrifically out of my league that it wasn't even remotely funny. Well, maybe just a little. Everywhere I'd look there were always at least one or two members of the female persuasion whom I would have been more than happy to bang deeply, had I been about 40 years younger. In just eight short days I've managed to accumulate enough masturbatory material in my head to last me a lifetime, or at least until the end of the Hebrew year. Our group was accompanied by these two student chicks who were just as cute as the proverbial button, and I even got to touch one of them! Twice! I mean, sure, they were just friendly handshakes, but I was still pretty damn excited. I can only hope that one day I'd be able to gather enough courage to be rejected by a genuine German chick, and then I could finally die a happy dork.

A cute German chick enjoying a light meal by the water, completely unaware of the creepy stalker standing right behind her

German teenagers lying face down on the ground. Is there anything more arousing?

Boobs.

More boobs.

Even more boobs!

And a little something for the ladies

The main sleaze attraction in Hamburg is of course the Reeperbahn in the St. Pauli quarter, a street chock full of sex shops, sex clubs and even a red light district type of place just around the corner, bringing you anything from designer dildos and vintage pornography to steamy lap dances and daytime €100 blowjobs from high-class prostitutes as old as your mom! I've only visited Herbertstraße (that's where the nice ladies who take it up the bum for cash live) during the day, so I'm guessing the hookers I got to see sitting by those windows weren't exactly the city's finest, but they were all nice enough to try and invite me inside. They even called me 'mein Herr'! I thought it was very kind of them to notice my particular gender like that and not throw rotten eggs and bags of pee at me, the way they normally would at any non-professional female who'd be courageous and/or foolish enough to enter their domain. Too bad you can't take any pictures in there, because I could've spent literally hours looking at their photos back at home and not using them in any kind of way!

Danger! Free range hookers beyond these gates!













There's no wonder why I came back here about 20kg heavier, as I did eat like a slobbering pot belly pig the whole time I was in Hamburg. They kept feeding us and offering free booze, so really, how could I possibly resist? I mean come on, the hotel we stayed at had free friggin' champagne at breakfast! And at the official lunch at the Rathaus there were these nice old waiters whose only job was to refill our wine glasses! And the beer was absolutely fantastic, unlike anything I've ever tasted before. My favorite was Franziskaner Weissbier, which is by far the best tasting beverage I have ever had the pleasure of getting drunk on that has a picture of a Christian dude on the label.

An adorable pot belly pig at Wildpark Schwarze Berge

The Rathaus

Inside the Rathaus, where we had lunch

Just enjoying a nice cool beer and watching the World Cup like a regular human male

Having a quince flavored Bionade at Hagenbeck Zoo. That's what the German astronauts drink in outer space!

This little thing, eaten on a really fancy boat ride, probably cost me about 5kg alone

On Friday they took us to the local synagogue, which was as thrilling an experience as anyone could have not doing anything for an hour except standing up and sitting back down on cue. I also got yelled at by a group of scary old dudes with big bushy beards and funny hats for taking this photo here outside after the service, even though it wasn't technically shabat yet! People who believe that the world was created by an angry grandpa who lives on a cloud up in the sky and spies on them when they go to the bathroom can sure be silly sometimes.

Take THAT, every rabbi who was ever mean to me in school!

Sadly, Jewish cemeteries in Israel are never this creepy

We were also invited for a night at the theater at the expense of the German tax payer, which meant going to see a stage production based on a Disney cartoon, in German. I ended up liking it so much that as soon as I got back home I downloaded the original animated version in HD, even though a bluray edition isn't even available yet. I especially liked it how they incorporated the legendary lion sex scene back into the special edition of the movie, as it was originally intended to be shown. Sure, it can get a little graphic for the younger viewers, especially when Simba has finally managed to ejaculate inside his girlfriend and is having trouble pulling out (boy, those animators sure did their research!), but I think it adds a lot of much needed humor to the film. Besides, as any pedo would be happy to tell you, kids can handle a lot more than most people would guess, and I don't think anybody ever got seriously damaged from watching kitties hump.

König der Löwen at Theater im Hafen

Extremely endangered animals at Hagenbeck Zoo

A black dude humping a giraffe in front of Hagenbeck's

Tonight's entertainment choices: Avatar and hardcore German
porn. This gets very close to my idea of heaven on earth

I was pretty bummed out when I had to say my goodbyes to the beautiful city of Hamburg, especially with how all the Israeli women on the flight back home looked like horrible green ogres in comparison to the German variety, but I'm definitely going to visit it again in the future, and hopefully by the time of my next visit I'd be man enough to walk up to one of the more passable-looking ladies on Herbertstraße, pay the required fee in crisp €100 bills and then run for my dear life as soon as she takes off a single article of clothing. I yam what I yam after all.