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Sincerely wish I had some shred of knowledge about this, but alas, I am not an art history major. And besides, it's 2011; that would be missing the point.

They defined their collectomania as art. The art of what? They seemed to think that their art, in posting a barrage of truly luscious images on the Internet, involved "explain[ing] in a new way the world unknown to you." The problem was that those luscious images were just that, and nothing else. Just pretty pixels. No content, contextual indicators, knowledge, or anything of real intelligible value could be gleaned from [their] contributions to the World Wide Web -- and that's the way they intended it!

Hitched

Watched Scorcese's After Hours the other night and Terri Garr's appearance brought back distant memories of an adolescent crush on her (for some reason, maybe because we recorded it on BetaMax, I watched Mr. Mom like a million times as a kid).

So naturally, I Google image-searched her. It yielded plenty of crap, as well as some really great—though only tangentially-related—photos. (On a side note, this is one aspect of the internet and the search for knowledge as a whole that will forever amaze me: looking for one random fact inevitably leads to more. As John Muir more eloquently stated, "When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.")

And now the fruits of my search. No story on this first one, I just found it striking:


This next one was taken by the late, great Dennis Hopper. "Legendary underground filmmaker Bruce Connor (A Movie) is in the tub, while Toni Basil (Easy Rider, singer of Hey Mickey You’re So Fine) and Terri Garr (Young Frankenstein, etc) get ready to go out on the town."


And my favorite, a still from a 1964 pop awards concert called Teenage Awards Music International, which featured all of the big acts of the day—the Beatles, Stones, Marvin Gaye, Chuck Berry, Smokey Robinson, Beach Boys, et al. This photo shows the Supremes and one of the go-go dancers, "a 17 year old Teri Garr who can be seen dancing her ass off almost the whole show." In another account, "the Rolling Stones almost backed out after learning they were going to follow (James) Brown." And rightly so I should say.