Look again, it’s Friday, and as such it is also time for another installment of “Pictures of Kanye, Words of Noam”, where we look at pictures of Kanye West and read the words of Noam Chomsky.
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Look again, it’s Friday, and as such it is also time for another installment of “Pictures of Kanye, Words of Noam”, where we look at pictures of Kanye West and read the words of Noam Chomsky. Usually. But not this week. I got married last week. Then I spent some time in France.So, in honour of my changed social status and of my jet-lag, I’m mixing it up this week.
Up is down, black is white, and you, my friends, get “Pictures of Noam, Words of Kanye”.
This piece was inspired my my friend, Whitney Fawn, artiste extraordinaire. She has conceptualized a type or art that she fondly calls Soul Prints. Here`s her site, it`s worth having a look at. She challenged me to make on of my own, so i picked a shape i liked and started doodling.
It looked awesome, but when i flipped the page over it looked even awesomer. I was using a new brand of markers, and it turns out that when used on a certain type of paper, they bleed through the other side in a near watercolor effect.
I like, i keep.
Although some may already have seen this on Reddit, i decided this should be my first Art contribution. I was feeling artistic this one day, but had no clue as to what i actually wanted to draw. So i asked my boyfriend, Trevor, and asked “What would you like to see me draw?”
I half expected him to say something along the lines of a character from a comic or cartoon that he liked. But no. He turned to me, with maniacal glee shining in his eyes, and blurted out (as if he`s been waiting his whole life to be asked this one question)
“An ostrich with a shark`s head!”
I didn`t question it.
I googled reference photos of the two animals, and combined them to the best of my abilities.
Now to those of you whose first thought was “holy shit can you imagine having that running at you”, just be thankful it can`t fucking fly.
Hey hey, it’s Friday, and as such it is also time for another installment of “Pictures of Kanye, Words of Noam”, where we look at pictures of Kanye West and read the words of Noam Chomsky.
Kanye West makes a pretty good living complaining about how he used to be poor, but even then, he was constantly spending his money on designer clothing. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Time for another installment of “Pictures of Kanye, Words of Noam”, where we look at pictures of Kanye West and read the words of Noam Chomsky.
We went from “Fight The Power” to “Swagga Like Us” in less than a generation.
I claim no copyrights to the words or to the photographs, just for the smashing of them together. If you are the holder of said copyrights, please contact me. We can talk. I will retain all publishing rights derived from that conversation, however.
I like to put a little alt-text with each of these image files for Kanye and Noam comics. Today it’s a line from Kanye’s song “Can’t Tell Me Nothing”.
This one’s been on my hard drive for a while. Seemed oddly apropos, seeing as what’s going on in London lately.
Why is it that the people who now call for the revolution are usually the incredibly rich and powerful ones? Usually, this is followed up by calls for more money and calling out someone for stealing their rhymes. That, or they call for revolution, and then steal a bunch of ipods to sell on craigslist.
The revolution will be televised, but it’ll probably be on pay-per-view.
I claim no copyrights to the words or to the photographs, just for the smashing of them together. If you are the holder of said copyrights, please contact me. We can talk. Have you seen “RIP!: A Remix Manifesto”? Just saying…
This here is my first posting of a “Pictures of Kanye, Words of Noam” strip. I think they’re interesting to look at, and to read, of course. But I find something special happens when you slam the two of them together.
Is it art? Is it comedy? I dunno. The one thing I’m sure of is that it’s not pornography. Well, to most people. I hope.
I claim no copyrights to the words or to the photographs, just for the smashing of them together. If you are the holder of said copyrights, please contact me. We can talk. Maybe go out for an ice cream or something.
