Fish are made out of meat.
Someone who's work was "appropriated" by Koons should have reproduced Koons' gallery version, scrawled "F**k Jeff Koons" across his text, and sold them on the sidewalk outside the gallery at the opening...
"I love my Verito lens, but I always have to sharpen everything in Photoshop..."
I found it amusing that he saw his wife in a top shelf mag at an Italian petrol station (just had to meet her having seen her - her beauty transcended pornography it seems), but later got fed up with her when she offered to sleep with Saddam Hussein to prevent a war in Iraq. The vicissitudes of the artistic life