Emily Niland is a Brooklyn-based illustrator/writer. She likes her humor dark and her whiskey neat. Emily's art blog is here. You can also check out some primo examples of asshattery in the arts community via her past project, All Art No Pay.
Every year around this time I find myself aimlessly searching online for Christmas gift ideas. One of the sites I frequent is a notoriously trendy retailer that epitomizes the mass production of “originality.” I don’t waste my time with their overpriced fashion offerings, but proceed directly to the novelty bonanza that is their “APARTMENT” section. Mundane suburbanites need not enter. My visits to the store’s website are never without internal conflict: On the one hand,…
First: Required viewing. Bruce Willis stood alone on a balcony inside the abandoned Los Angeles Planet Hollywood. Visions drifted like haunting melodies beneath the fierce protection of a taut, gleaming scalp. Bruce looked down towards the decrepit dining room and saw the grandeur that once was: a galaxy-print carpet out front, lit up with Tinseltown's biggest stars. Matching black satin Planet Hollywood jackets reflecting wave after wave of flashbulbs. All this dazzling frenzy leading…
