The estimated amount of money grossed this afternoon by KAWS during the sale of his UPS AND DOWNS print set. The portfolio of 10 prints had a sticker price of $24,000 and was limited to an edition of 100 (+ 20 Artist Proofs). KAWS opens up two concurrent shows this Saturday in NYC at Galerie Perrotin and Mary Boone. Dude is killing it.
Anthony Haden Guest did a nice interview with Richard Stratton for Standard Culture. That got me digging, and as a result you’ve got something fun to watch.
“A documentary chronicling the life of author Richard Stratton, from his early experiments with marijuana in suburban Massachusetts to his ultimate entry into the world of high volume, international hashish and marijuana trade. His involvement in the drug market, including the shipment of 7 tons of hashish from war-riddled Beirut into New York Harbor, led to his arrest and conviction to 25 years in maximum-security prison. This video, through re-enactments, stock footage, score and interview, tells the unbelievable story.”
The current price at auction for Banksy’s ‘The Banality of the Banality of Evil’ which was donated yesterday to Housing Works. The oil on oil on canvas painting is “expected” to bring in $1 million for the charity. Bidding ends Oct 31st at 8pm EST.
In 2009, a Norwegian man purchased $27-worth of Bitcoins after becoming fascinated with the currency while writing his thesis on encryption. He subsequently forgot about them soon after. They’re now worth $886,000.
A way to maintain wealth for generations in 17th century Iceland.
If you want to make your own necropants (literally; nábrók) you have to get permission from a living man to use his skin after his death.
After he has been buried you must dig up his body and flay the skin of the corpse in one piece from the waist down. As soon as you step into the pants they will stick to your own skin.
A coin must be stolen from a poor widow and placed in the scrotum along with the magical sign, nábrókarstafur, written on a piece of paper. Consequently the coin will draw money into the scrotum so it will never be empty, as long as the original coin is not removed.
To ensure salvation the owner has to convince someone else to overtake the pants and step into each leg as soon as he gets out of it. The necropants will thus keep the money-gathering nature for generations.
The price paid for this vaporizer by a Russian oligarch. It’s hand crafted with 24-carat gold parts, 246 diamonds, yellow Swarovski crystals and imported Murano Italian hand-blown glass, and is ultimately one of the tackiest things we’ve ever seen.
A nuclear missile attack in NYC!
Everyone knows Shawn “Jay Z” Carter is smart, talented, and wildly successful, his Roc Nation empire continually expanding: the new sports agency, a fragrance launch this month, a luxury-goods partnership with Barneys. What’s fascinating is the way a drug dealer turned rapper turned mogul and family man became the cultural force he is today—by claiming his past, and all it taught him. With unprecedented access, Lisa Robinson gets Jay talking about the rumors and the reality.
Modern dentistry does wonders for a rotten molar or a cracked bicuspid—it’s modern dental insurance that falls short.
“Petro Wodkins turned into the shady luxury consultant Petr Fomin, dressed up accordingly, created a fake web site, business cards and a cell phone, even hired a couple of assistants. After setting up meetings with the art dealers he proposed a very lucrative deal. Five to ten million dollars investment in art, the catch was that the buyer was President Rahmon, one of the worst dictators in the world, oppressing Tajikistan for over 20 years. Tajikistan is one of poorest countries in central Asia, one of the most corrupt countries in the world. The question was if the art dealers were willing to sell art to the dictator, agreeing to be be paid from off-shore accounts, leaving no traces to the dictator and help ship the art in a very discreet way.”
One man’s experience on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire
Rise of the Art Insta-Collectors: Buying Big Names They Don’t Even Love by Richard Kirshenbaum