BREAKING: 'Gypsy' Becomes Momentarily Enjoyable

I never in a million years thought I'd say this - but I wish to christ I had been at this performance of Gypsy.

Check out the audio above - Diva Patti LuPone becomes psychotically enraged when a theatergoer dares to snap pictures of her during a performance. She stops the whole fucking show to scream like a lunatic and lecture this retarded couple, probably some redneck tourists from Nebraska, whose greatest sin in my mind was to give a fuck about Patti LuPone.

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Brooklyn, I Love You, But I Would Ditch Your Ass In A Red Hot Minute For Palazzo Chupi

I don't know much about Art. I took a class or two in college, know a bit about the Impressionists, totally dig Elizabeth Peyton, and have bought some cool shit on Etsy.

That's about it.

I DO know, however, that artist Julian Schnabel, is a self-important, cock sucking ego maniac...and I know this because he acts like one every time he opens up his stupid, fat, fucking mouth.

However, Palazzo Chupi kinda makes me want to forgive him for all of it.

Have you seen this fucking place? In the W. fucking village?

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FIPS ToDo's: A Polaroid A Day: Jamie Livingston

I read about Jamie Livingston months ago on Only the Blog Knows Brooklyn, and (true confessions), I immediately started to cry.

I mean, I am a total fucking whimp, but there was something about his story that really pulled at my rusted/crumbling/decayed heartstrings.

As a senior in college at Bard Jamie acquired a Polaroid camera; he went on to take one polaroid photo (over 6,000 photos) every day of his life for the next 18 years until he died of cancer at the age of 41. The last photo in his collection is a self-portrait of the artist in his deathbed on the day he passed away.

Buzzfeed posted a bunch of great links about the project today, reminding me of its utter awesomeness.

I really think you should click on all of em immediately.