One hundred percent the best part of rococo art is that all of it looks like someone sat down François Boucher and Jean-Honoré Fragonard and explained the basic tenets of Marxism to them in oh, 30 seconds, before giving them the command of “Paint the opposite of that, for the rest of your lives.”
Do you know what rococo art is, exclusively? It’s professional shepherds and shepherdesses wearing gorgeous silk gowns in inappropriate settings, sexily falling asleep while all of their sheep run away. Distribution based on contribution? Not when we’ve got giant beribboned swings to swing on, friend!
FORGET THE CLASS STRUGGLE, LET’S PUT A WREATH OF LACE AND FLOWERS ON THIS COCKER SPANIEL.
SURPLUS VALUE? WHO CARES, WE’VE GOT FANCY DRESSED-UP SHEEP TO LOSE WHILE WE FRITTER AWAY OUR SPARE TIME IN DECADENCE AND ALSO IN PICNIC BASKETS
this cow is for decoration ONLY, this is a FANCY cow
sound asleep, like the proletariat or whomever/more like class UNconsciousness, am I right here
put the house on a bridge, that the working class shall never find us
there’s something so comforting about getting together a bunch of sundries and services and then slowly following asleep surrounded by luxury goods
the only pink tide i care about is when we fill the river with roses for our annual Flower Battle and then someone else has to clean up after us
“I do my best farming with no shoes on”
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.