I don’t know who the artist is who constructed this piece. It is the most blantatly derivative piece that I’ve ever seen. I don’t suppose anyone was around for the release of the album, Sticky Fingers by the Rolling Stones? I had to say it, even though it is so obvious. That banana belongs on a float for Gay Pride Day, gliding its phalic self down Santa Monica Blvd.
|From Watch yer back!|
Time for a bit of a stroll. It’s the infamous corner of Hollywood and Vine. Can you believe that lawyer/lover of Joan Crawford went out on that scary tiny spot outside his top floor window? Now that’s power! Forgive my butchery of English when I forget the word architect. But sometimes I just get so riled up. Watch and see, won’t you, dear?