yea. I like her stuff. so what. shut up.
The quality of the prints in this book don't make you barf.
There's a painting I'd not seen before on page 63, that was cool. I'd be down with going to Paris and seeing it or whatever.
The writing was whatever and the bits of information that I didn't already know didn't exactly blow my mind but they didn't bore me either.
Now here are some Frida ramblings for you:
1. One time I was at a party and I met somebody that grew up near Frida Kahlo's house. Due to party festivities and free flowing spirits, I misunderstood this to said everything about the person and accidentally dated him for 2 years. Turns out free flowing spirits said everything about this person. oops!
2. I was recently at someone's house and picked up a book of Diego Rivera's art and when Frida Kahlo came up, that someone said something to the effect of "what's so great about Frida Kahlo? all she ever did was self portraits". In my head I told him he was a pretentious idiot and that all Proust ever talked about was his stupid cookie.*
3. When I was at the SFMOMA 3 years ago, there was necklace that was the thorne and the hummingbird and it was gooooorgeous and I think about that necklace a lot.
*Proust disclaimer: I'm sure Proust talked about a lot more than his "stupid cookie", truth is I've only read apx 20 pages of Proust (okay bigger truth is I've only *listened* to apx 20 pages of his stuff) but ignorance has never stopped me before and I don't see why it should now.