Ok, so: Terry Richardson is a creepy, rape-y skeeze, & James Franco has been annoying the crap out of me lately with his performance art & painfully adolescent short fiction—though I suppose you could commend him for trying other art forms, breaking the mold, etc.—but that's not the point.
The point is, these two men have very, very little between them that I like, except for this:
Yes, dear Reader: this is a picture of James Franco, in tacky-fabulous drag, sucking on his middle finger, as photographed by Terry Richardson. It is also my new desktop background.
It's dangerous for me to have access to this picture; the more I look at it, realizing that it encompasses almost everything I hold dear (that is, hot straight boys in drag), the less I want to let Franco & Richardson bother me. Separating art from the artist & beauty from the beautiful is a tricky, tricky business...
Today's Headphone Fodder:
I think this is an especially appropriate song for this post: in both cases (this particular T. Rex song, Shiny Toy Guns in general), I'm really not crazy about the parts, but together, they are fucking fabulous.