THE WEEK FROM MY VIEW
Am I shamelessly brown-nosing our one and only advertiser (so far), Taschen Books, by kicking off the week in review with an item about the launch on Wednesday evening of their book Harry Benson. The Beatles? Hell, yeah. What, we’re supposed to kiss up to Groupon like other sites? Um, no. This is PFC. We loved Taschen before they even knew we existed, so we’re thrilled for any attention they give us.
While Tuttle, Dame Bea and I waited for local radio station KCRW to muddle through technical difficulties before their interview with Mr. Benson, I looked around the store and said to Tuttle, “Taschen really are a good match for us. It’s what we’re about visually and philosophically. Look at how they mingle tits and ass with intellectual fine art, and are so big and bold about it.” And in that moment my gaze landed on one of the blown-up Albert Oehlen collages that decorate the store’s walls, an image of a leering Tom of Finland fetish cop groping the ass of a boy from what looks like an early Pablo Picasso painting.
Just. So. Us.