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Some guy I’ve never heard of is selling fancy Crass memorabilia for a lot of money today.
Some guy I’ve never heard of is selling fancy Crass memorabilia for a lot of money today. Crass have nothing to do with it whatsoever and are “dubious.”
CRASS ART SHOW
18th February – 18th March, 2011
Opening reception Friday, February 18th, 6-8pm
Andrew Roth Gallery
160A East 70th Street
New York, NY 10021
More info HERE.
UPDATE: Went to the opening ready to give him a “face full of verbal” as the Brits say, but what can you do? He’s not making Crass-inspired art and selling it as authentic for millions. He’s taking his own collection of Crass memorabilia, all of which was made available to the public, and selling it as his own — which it is. He was there when these items came out and he had the foresight to store them for 35 years. It would be nice to force him to donate to the Dial House fund but forced benevolence is for Socialists.
I talked to the curator who said they’re charging $20,000 and already have a few offers. Go figure.
consumerism and capitalism are fundamental to being punk in 2011.
I remember when it was punk to not have a cell phone.
i remember when it was punk to pretend it was the the queen you were donkey punching instead of just yer mum
I developed a hatred for crass just based on volume its mentioned here.
i remember when it was punk to die from a septic toothache
i remember it was punk to break that glass fucken casing and run out with some free art!!!
i remember when it was punk to not know what punk was and just wreck stuff all over the shop and the punks thought you were cool and you were like wha?!?
I remember when Elvis Costello was punk.
I remember when it was punk to flagrantly spill one’s seed directly upon the art and then use yer mum’s wig to smear it about.
I remember when it was punk to loosen one’s tie in the tube.
I remember when it was punky Brewster who saved her neighbors cat from certain demise.
But do they owe him a living?
I remember when my friend made out with punky brewster at irvine meadows in the late 90′s.
i remember when it was punk to arse crass
i got that crass 45 crassmess