Godammit, I’m Mad!

Vanessa Beecroft is an “artist” whose trip to Sudan is documented in a new film called “The Art Star and the Sudanese Twins.”

Beecroft evidently had no idea how damning this documentary would be. According to one review:

The doc cluster-bombs her faddish fascination with Sudanese orphans and paints Beecroft as a hypocritically self-aware, colossally colonial pomo narcissist. The film is brutally effective because it lets Beecroft hang herself with damaging quotes and appalling behavior.

Beecroft explains that the adoption will be “not just fetishization of the blacks. It will be a beginning of a relationship with that country.”

Ha.

In the film’s most disturbing scene, sisters from the orphanage try to stop her from stripping the children nude inside their abbey for an elaborate photo shoot.

Oh god, I can’t go on. You’ll have to read the reviews yourself. If you do a google search for images, you will see that this woman has been up to no good for a long time. She has an “artistic relationship ” of some kind with Kanye West, which is bound to reflect badly on both of them when the dust settles.

What a fucking, fucking cunt! She is everything I hate about everything, and then some.

In his New Biographical Dictionary of Film, British critic David Thomson says of actress Rachel Weisz:

“I want to help clean up the state that is so sorry today of journalism.”

Christopher Lee Suavé is an artist who recently designed this t-shirt, a “commentary on the Terry Richardson scandal,” according to Fashionista.  Lauren Sherman asks Suave, “What made you take on the whole Terry Richardson thing?”

Suave answers: “I was reading all the articles on numerous blogs, and I started talking to people socially–at parties, that sort of thing–who it had actually happened. I’m not trying to be insensitive at all. I do this sort of thing, I make art like this because it gets people talking. Whether you’re pro-Terry or not, this whole thing says something about the psyche of our society.”

Hahaha! “I do this sort of thing…”  Yep, evidently, you do. Then, you sell the t-shirts for $65.

The Whole Terry Richardson Thing isn’t over, because it’s not an episode on a TV show. It’s real life and it goes on and on and on.

The Cut recently talked to Sleazeball Faux-Hipster and Terry Richardson crony Oliver Zahm, whose date chimed in about The Whole Richardson Thing with:

“I feel like you can’t blame anyone for your own actions, and I feel like, you know, I’ve worked with people who I could easily say exploited me, but at the same time, I was willing to be exploited. And I decided to heal from those experiences on my own, and not to make them a public affair.”

You may have to read that quote twice to believe your own eyes.

There are so many cunts in this story, I can’t even keep track of them, but for now I’m sticking with Suavé.

Why do we have to have people like Leonor Scherrer? The daughter of French designer Jean-Louis Scherrer, she is the ultimate spoiled, entitled ultra-hipster who favors a dykey Goth look and has started a company called Leonor Funeral Couture to provide “fashion for the bereaved.”

“Her line even comes complete with its own fragrance, Maximilia, named after Maximilian Kolbe, the Polish friar who took the place of a condemned man at Auschwitz.”

But wait! She’s also recording an album that includes a cover of Schubert’s “Death and The Maiden.”

Get it? She loves death! Death is so cool!

Riccardo Tisci adores her and so does Diane Pernet. In an interview with Diane, Leonor says, “I had no idea death was such a taboo.“  Maybe on her planet, they  have different taboos. How can one expect such a person to know what we proles are like?

But aside from her breathtaking level of pretentiousness, she also offers the discerning enthusiast the kind of self-aggrandizing clulessness that results in a confession like this one:

“I lost a close friend recently and the grieving process takes a long time. I think of him every time I see someone on the street looking like him. In fact, I’ve still got his number on my phone and haven’t been able to delete it yet.”

Her friend died recently but she hasn’t deleted his phone number yet?!? The woman is a fucking saint.

Actually, no. In fact, the first thing I thought upon reading about her was, Wow. What a fucking cunt™! Why doesn’t she have anything better to do than market an ironic appreciation of death?

Bill Donohue, president of The Catholic League, is such a fucking cunt, he is almost off the scale. I watched him on Larry King last night, on a panel discussion of the current crisis facing the Catholic church.

Donohue was nuts from the opening gate, but watch him achieve full red-in-the face psychotic cunthood as he screams that when boys over the age of 12 are molested by priests, it’s “homosexuality” not “pedophilia.”

This man is breathtakingly crazy. His primary concern is to defend his beloved Pope, and in doing so he reveals the hateful, homophobic underbelly of the Catholic Church, which is apparently run like the Mafia, only with less regard for actual family.

Bill Donohue: Shameless fat windbag and grade-A Cunt of the Week™.