This is everything I love and hate about Andy Warhol. On the one hand, I despise the way he created a self-perpetuating framework for the continual worship of celebrities. On the other hand, these simple Polaroids he took of his contemporaries were just phenomenal and retain a singular beauty that’s both naive and deeply penetrating all at once.
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Published on January 20, 2014 19:27