Quote of the day—On Dash Snow, 27-year-old rebel/artist who was found dead in a hotel in the East Village a couple weeks ago [h/t Ann Althouse]:
Dash Snow was, in no particular order, a jokester, a jailbird, a thief, a freak, a successful art-brut savage, a doting father, a connoisseur of various cocaine bathrooms, a retired writer of graffiti and the latest incarnation of that timeless New York species, the downtown Baudelaire.
— New York Times, July 24, 2009
Yes, you read that right: a doting father. Such a doting father that he was never even married to the mother of the poor 2 year-old, whom they named—God help her—Secret.
Oh, and this is from the same article:
For such a feral presence, though, Mr. Snow understood how to turn criticism into opportunity. New York Magazine derided him for making art by ejaculating on copies of The New York Post; he blew up that section of the article, ejaculated on the copy and displayed it at an art show in Los Angeles.
Good for New York magazine. At least someone had some sense in this situation.
Is this all it takes these days to be considered an artiste? Oh yeah, this guy had talent. Maybe if I took a piss on a copy of a newspaper, I’d be an one too. Like this:
Look, ma. I’m an artist now. Where’s my glowing NY Times tribute?
Only in the New York Times can stalwart defenders of our nation such as George W. Bush, Richard Cheney, and General David Patraeus be crapped upon, yet talentless, perpetually drugged up insignificant waste of space like this guy get a glowing obit. Rush Limbaugh they’ll mock as a drug addict, but this drug addict they’ll write with about sympathy Why is such trash elevated to some respectable level?
I don’t know, maybe that’s too mean-spirited, not compassionate enough. I’m not trying to make light of this guy’s drug problems, but please. There are a lot of guys with drug problems who end up killing themselves from it. But why does this Dash Snow guy get a page in the New York Times for such ingenious pieces of “art” like splooging on a newspaper?
No wonder the Times is losing readers left and right. Someone should tell Al Gore they actually wasted trees writing about such a person.