I really admire Arbus' photos, but after looking at a few of them I start to believe that life is horrible, nothing matters, beauty is an illusion, and that everything is ashen, ugly, disfigured, sickening and awful.
It takes a good amount of peppy pop music, whiskey and clicking through Cute Overload to make that feeling hideous existential ugliness go away. I guess that means her art is all effective or some shit.
It takes a good amount of peppy pop music, whiskey and clicking through Cute Overload to make that feeling hideous existential ugliness go away. I guess that means her art is all effective or some shit.