Israeli Businessman Builds and Restores Mosque in France

Israeli Millionaire Builds Mosque in France

So Big Brosky kinda crossed something rather intriguing and maybe even Ironic; an Israeli building and restoring a Mosque in France...France itself being a strongly Islamophobic state within itself whose population in itself will be over 50% Muslim by the turn of the decade.

Overall in my view, I've been finding Europe to be a rather difficult place. Im no fan of immigrants even though I am the son of immigrants myself. Weird but that's just the way I am and Montreal is known to be one of the world's most multi-cultural city, but some peeps fresh off the boat have some issues with integrating. Im not saying at all that immigrants should submit and re-configure themselves to even 50%, no not at all.

People should hold and even cling to their distinct cultures and traditions however, they need to water-down the extreme aspect they import over here. Some people come from lawless nations where tribal aspects of their social living are undeniably imported here. France itself had an issue with female genital mutilation. Other countries like this one do face the issue of polygamy practiced in secret. The importation of such ideals do need to stay within the countries of origin.

Next off, going back to the topic at hand, what I find Ironic is the aspect of the whole controversy of the "Ground Zero" Mosque in Manhattan. Next off the whole Florida thing about burning the Qur'an. Then we have the Swiss pulling off a referendum on a Minaret going up and of course the Syrians and French banning face veils (Im actually cool with that, Im not for women in Shinobi veils and you can leave a comment below if you like and I'll clarify why).

The we come to the Israelis: the advocates of Apartheid who somehow claim to be the most humane and democratic nation within the Middle-East. Israelis themselves do bar young Muslim males from praying at the Dome of the Rock, al-Aqsa, in Jerusalem. I mean Israelis have practiced combat with use of conventional weaponry that has been banned by the United Nations, the very Institution that has supported their Right to Exist. Here, I am directly alluding to the use of chemical to biological agents used to attack an unarmed civilian population all the while supporting what is an illegal occupation and ongoing building of settlements within the West Bank. 

Having mentioned all of the above, out of nowhere arrives Israeli and, of course, Jewish businessman Robert Harush who grew up in Ashkelon and is now investing a fortune on the renovation of large Mosque Montereau, in effort to promote co-existence.

This is better than nothing. I love the co-existence part without an eyelash of doubt.  He undividedly gets one Brosky point for that. I guess Harush couldnt start in Israel and repair what damages Israel evoked on Palestine and so France happens to be a decent place to start...

So Who the Heck is Robert Harush???

So as I mentioned, the guy is an Ashkelon resident. He earned a large bulk of his financial success within European real estate.

Basically, Robert comes off as a nice guy: he decided to pay for the construction of a Mosque in France for the benefit of the local Muslim community.

Harush is the proud father of four and is currently 58. He completed his military service in Israel and then tried his luck in the real estate business in Europe. So yes, if you do work or worked in the Israeli military you are indeed an occupational force implementing apartheid. But lets got off this subject and stick to the subject ;). Harush's success won him many hotels and buildings making him worth hundreds of millions of shekels.

Despite living between Israel and France, Harush doesnt hold any ill-feelings towards his Arab and Muslim neighbours on the other side of the apartheid walls even when a rocket landed by his crib. This is commendable. 

As Prodigy would say:

Catchu you comin' out your F-ckin' crib...

Putting Harush aside for a second, Prodigy himself does have his distinct point of views within his conscious rhymes despite not being known to strongly be a conscious MC. His stance on pro-Zionist company Tmberland come off as quite loud and vocal: "TIMBERLAND BOOTS…THESE RACIST FUCC'S OWE US MILLIONS. THEY NEVER DO AD'S USING BLACK PEOPLE OR RAPPERS AS MUCH AS WE PROMOTED THEY SHIT." 

Prodigy's words do take me to the recently closed yet ongoing lawsuit launched from here in Montreal concerning construction company Caterpillar and its bulldozers and heavy machinery destroying Palestinian natural resources and homes while also being used to erect apartheid walls that are currently snaking within and across the holy lands.

And of course we cannot forget the loss of Rachel Corrie as she stood in front of an Israeli Caterpillar bulldozer which something that pains within many of us.

Apartheid

Apartheid is something that has gone far beyond what happened in South Africa and sadly it is still happening today by a Jewish nation that proclaims itself to be "democratic."

Harush is someone who has seized an opportunity to unify rather than to separate and divide:

"I told myself 'here is an opportunity to bring the people together' and decided to donate the money...People were dumbfounded. What does a Jewish-Israeli man have do to with refurbishing a Mosque? The answer is simple: I'm sick and tired of the hatred. A sane voice must emerge."

He further goes on to state that "It wasn't a cheap venture but I did with all my heart."In essence, leaders of the Montereau Muslim community have thanked Harush for the gesture and maintain a warm relationship with him.

The businessman, however, is not interested in supporting the Muslim community alone and has paid for the construction of one of the largest and most grandiose synagogues in Asheklon last year, which was named after his late father.

He is currently working on setting up a mikveh in the southern city to be dedicated to his late mother. "I myself am not a religious person but I feel that in the absence of upstanding politicians it falls on businessmen to bring together Jews and Arabs and seculars and the religious.

Unlike Sappho Shopping in Sephora

Unlike Sappho Shopping in Sephora:

चार्गेस दिस्मिस्सेदअगेंस्ट ग़िउलिअनि’स

Oh right lemme translate this...

Charges Dismissed Against Giuliani's

Little Princess

Aight so before anything, the night before I was doin some mild Top Rock training alongside my man Johnny Skywalker of Red Mask Crew who I am greatly indebted to. By my side was a beautiful "Little Miss Princess" who arrived in the dance studio with me. She is beautiful and dear to me however after she changed into her gear, Big Brosky saw the need to let her know she needs to change outta that Princess gear...maybe this photo, by the way please keep supportin' Mickey Boston Photography, should give you a decent conception of how it is done:

By the way Samantha G now has an Expos fitted thanks to yours Truly ;)

"Daddy's Little Princess" was some track that played at a wedding I went to the month earlier...Yeah it was that song chosen as the dance between the bride and her daddy...I guess we can dismiss that its sweet for so many women getting married...Princess dancing with daddy and all I could imagine now is Giuliani's Princess gettin her way in this

nefarious realm of dirty money and even filthier nepotisms, feel me?

So as Im writing this shit, Drake is playing on my speakers and damn I'm just doin' me, I'm livin' life right now and it's far from over...

So as I'm being me, Brosky, Caroline Giuliani be like "who the fuck is you?" but it's more like me reversing this and sayn: "who the fuck is you? Oh right you that..."

Now allow me to get Grad school on and take this back to when Caroline's lawyers struck a deal in court to get her shoplifting charges dismissed.

But Caroline, a little Princess like you shoplifting, mais pourquoi?

Man-hat

There have been countless nights on my end of roaming Manhattan and wondering how Rudolph W. Giuliani lived. I slept on benches and aimlessly roamed streets, alleyways and stations--heck I even did routine Mosque-hop from one house of God to another. Little did I know about Caroline and Caroline couldnt give two shits about anybody in the city back in those days.

I wonder if she does today, or mayhaps she does and God knows best. So what's my issue in all of this anyways? Well, for starters Caroline made a quick appearance in Manhattan Criminal Court, the same court I know all too well, where prosecutors actually offered her a rather convenient adjournment in contemplation of dismissal.

Allow me to translate this legal shit for you: if Caroline serves a day of community service and stays out of trouble for six months and sticks to her cozy Disney cartoons and Cinderella swag, well, the case against her will be dismissed. Khulus, ya'3ni khulus...Tayeb.

A Princess on Community Service?

You see this is the part where Big Brosky sees some light at the end of this tunnel, yeah we comin out as we see Princess Giuliani now doing her community service for the Sanitation Department, though the details have not been worked out.

So what the heck was it that earned this sanitation gig? Come on Caroline, what did you did???

Nah, seriously girl, what did you did? what it do?

Oh yeah that's right (as my Drake track plays loud) Caroline was arrested after being caught at Sephora on the Upper East Side with Princess gear from the store in her coat pocket.

Anne M. Siegel, an assistant district attorney, said in court that her Royalty, Princess Caroline was caught with merchandise valued at $100.50. But...remember, she's Rudy's little Princess and so Mrs. Siegel had to cut in a deal pursuant to the office’s guidelines for first-time, low-level shoplifters, Princess Giuliani was being given the dismissal offer.

Isabelle Kirshner, the Princess's lawyer, did not say anything inside or outside of court and why should she, Brosky even says you got a damn good deal girl. Here's how Drake put's it in the track still playing loudly:

I really can't complain, everything is Kosher...

Two thumbs up, Eber and Roeper...

But seriously though, let's ask Kirshner if everything is really Kosher, I mean if youre a Harvard undergrad shouldnt you be smarter that? So Kanye's got a Yale undergrad telling him how to do a feathertie, so maybe Drake can have Caroline nab em some guyliner. The Princess herself is scheduled to return to court on Nov. 4 for a status conference on her community service.

Some wise Kosher insertions in all this: Judge Jennifer Schecter told Princess Giuliani, “Stay out of trouble and avoid rearrest.”

Joseph: The Bull and the Rose

Joseph: The Bull and the Rose

A certain number of years ago the country of Mexico had its very own Revolution, or rather should I, the Big Brosky, allude to it as the “Revolucion.” In essence, in order to celebrate the historical event, the Mexican Consulate General didn’t call for another Revolucion or any of the stereotypical stuff people encounter in Hollywood films, nah…they didn’t do any of that, no. They held an exposition: “Joseph: The Bull and the Rose.”

Si si, that’s right…an exposition and it just wasn’t any exposition it was an expo of Mexican – Jewish – artist Anette Pier. For those who have absolutely no clue of who Annette Pier is, well she strongly takes pride in her Mexican Jewish identity for beginners. She presents what is a contemporary approach to the ancient twelve tribes as a universal concept of "the first diverse society."

Now, myself, Big Brosky, the Muslim, looking into Pier’s works had me looking through much introspectively within my mind. Questions of the likes: indeed there are Jews in every nation, of course, but how do Mexican Jews live? How did they end up there and what exactly does being Jewish mean to Annette Pier?

Pier’s work, “JOYS OF TOLERANCE: REFLECTING DIVERSITY THROUGH THE TWELVE TRIBES CATALOG” can answer many of these questions in full, no doubt. What intrigued me was that out of all the Mexican artists and the aspect of the Revolution, Annette Pier’s work was chosen.

The Exhibit

Walking through her exhibit, as a monotheist myself—however from the people of Ishmael (Peace and Blessings upon him)—I was without doubt feelin’ the pieces. Pier used metaphors to portray the life and times of the biblical prophet Joseph/Yusuf (peace be upon him) in a rather “Mexican” context.

Pier is a Mexican. Is Pier Mexican before she is Jewish…or…is she Jewish before Mexican? I don’t know, you’d have to ask her. My understanding was that, and still remains that, she is a Mexican before Jew, but if one would pass through a bazillion Jewish tribunes and Haretz, you’d prob get the opposite analogy; she is a Jew before Mexican.

Forget the Jew Mexican/Mexican Jew dyad for now. Pier has the bull fights of Mexico and Mexican culture clash and blend with the story of Joseph/Yusuf (Peace be with him).

To Pier, Joseph/Yusuf (peace be with him) is seen as the innocent bull, the powerful epical Bos Taurus. She sees the bull as mythical, graceful, robust, powerful, innocent and undeniably, sincere. Working from within her Mexican tradition, she builds upon the image of the bull as a metaphor for Joseph's/Yusuf’s (pbuh) magnetism, charisma, and acquired identity. She visually demonstrates how bullfighting is a dance and power-play with the matador paralleling Joseph's/Yusuf’s (pbuh) relationship with his brothers.

Aside from the fiesta Brava and the exhibit opening in Yeshiva University Museum, Pier sees the bull as gallant and attractive. To her, everyone loves Yusuf (pbuh) and Yusuf (pbuh) to her becomes the Rose, rather, the fleeting Rose whose aroma and scent sweetens the lives of everyone who surrounds him.

Despite such given, the flower’s aroma and sweetening scent is also perceived as toxic as it is able to arouse the most despicable of ill feelings within one’s very own siblings who became an embodiment of jealousy and malice. Pier brings in the fiesta Brava here: the struggle between the matador and the bull. The brothers being the matadors obviously.

Standing in my Keffeyeh – Solidarity in my Palestine Mind

So here I stand, a Muslim man, activist, photographer and hip-hop artist at an exhibit with a Keffeyeh wrapped around the jugular looking straight at this ingenious exhibit no doubt and simply bridging a contemporary gap on Palestine. So in this contemporary dance, I’d say Palestine is in the struggle with the matador who tries so very hard to subdue and control the bull.

The only thing I was seeing in Pier’s exhibit was Palestine and its walls set up by the matador as the global arena watches from satellites above diffusing a struggle. Is this what Pier wanted from me? Did Pier want me to interpret her art in the mannerism I did and still do? I am rather doubtful, but this is the way I saw the world that day at Espacio Mexico in downtown Montreal (2055 Peel St.)

The Hunchback and the Notre-Dame Gusher

The Hunchback and the Notre-Dame Gusher

Aight, so I have no idea how many exact days that oil has been gushing out of the Gulf of Mexico since I lost count after day 65. In any event, I was vexed by day 7. The first seven days weren't so bad for me since we, the people/the controlled civilians, had no idea what was really "gushing on."

So here we, British Petroleum's environmental gusher. Big shout-out to Halleburton and indeed we can agree that Karma is a bitch for both of them. Now, the CEO of BP was out on a sail boat race somewhere in the Pacific on like Day 62, chillin' while Obama was playing Golf.

The American military has NO technology to fix this mess so how about we rewind back to April 20th when this all happened...by the way, I've got a hunch, a HUGE Hunch--bigger than the Notre-Dame Hunchback's and Milan Lucic's combined--that BP knew from the get go that it was 100,000 barrels/day that was spewing out the broken pipe in the first place.

Back to when it all Began...

When it comes to the young Presidency of Barack Obama, and for the nation, this hellish summer of discontent started in balmy spring, on April 20th, forty miles off the Louisiana coast in the Gulf of Mexico.

By May 17th—the day that the chief executive officer of BP predicted that “the environmental impact of this disaster is likely to have been very, very modest”—it was obvious that what was unfolding was the single biggest environmental catastrophe in the history of the United States. By last Tuesday, June 15th, when President Obama commandeered the networks for his first address to the nation from the Oval Office, the per-day estimate had been ratcheted up to sixty thousand barrels—a thousand every twenty-four minutes.

The surface muck was fouling Florida beaches and Louisiana wetlands, leaving doomed seabirds shrouded in black; just as ominous, huge subsurface blobs were leaching oxygen from the depths, threatening to suffocate an entire ocean ecosystem. The Times was describing the governmental response as chaotic, “bedeviled by a lack of preparation, organization, urgency and clear lines of authority among federal, state and local officials.” And Obama himself was under attack from all sides, with even admirers berating him for seeming coolly detached and not angry enough.

So let's face the TRUTH: The ultimate cause of the Gulf disaster is out-of-control consumption of a dwindling resource that must be extracted in increasingly dangerous ways. The most effective, most efficient way to rein in that consumption and make clean energy price-competitive would be to slap a heavy tax on carbon.

But really, is now the time to talk about other forms and modes of "environmentally friendly" means of getting around? I wonder why this problem isnt fixed, when you think about it, everybody is powerless to fix this broken pipe, could you imagine if this happened to the Russians, I wonder what means they wouldve tried, Im only happy that at least this happened to the Americans since if this were in Russian waters, Lord help us (and them with their archaic engineering equipment from the Commie days.)

I could only pray that this Global "Superpower" in the form of the United States of America gets this ridiculous pipe fixed or clogged.

el Seed: Gaze Into Urban Calligraphy

"All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. There is no greatness where there is no simplicity, goodness and Truth. Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced." -- Leo Tolstoy

Last month I interviewed Urban Calligraphy artist el Seed at his exhibit at Sino Shop Montreal. Filmed alongside Samantha G of Samantha G Photography, the full interview in its entirety will be featured in an upcoming two-part series with subtitles...

How to Network

I crossed el Seed about six weeks ago and immediately didnt hesitate on meeting him. We took the subway together as I shared my classical calligraphy from my sketches off bamboo done over the past three year period.

el Seed looked into the details of my work and we spoke as the train rumbled through the city's underground. As a former graff artist myself, it was quintessential that I met el Seed and that we spoke on a potential collaboration. We clicked immediately and spoke of everything relating to art all the way to culture and family and of course, identity.

Aside from connecting so naturally with a brother, we spoke about family life and the current state of the Arab/Muslim world--I guess it would impossible to avoid mentioning this since we all have some genre of connection to our roots and distinct homelands.

Down in Sino's Hood...

Heading down to Sino Shop with el Seed was something in itself...as we spoke, we mentioned much about France and his birth city of Paris. While Sino himself is also from France, I felt as if I was already there :)

Sino's Shop is a piece of beauty. A friendly ambiance, an atmosphere we all yearned for when we were young graffers and there was no store of the likes for us to shop and meet other artist...

http://www.lesino.com/site/

When it comes to a proper supply of Montana paints, Sino is the spot. As el Seed and I entered, we encountered none other than Italian artist and painter Nicolò Gola...

http://www.golanimal.com/works/walls

The Gola Factor...

Gola was chillin', plain and simple. Baggy pants and a colourful array of newly purchased paints he was up to his friendly usual even though I never met him ever before in my life...Undeniably, he's one of those guys with a very colourful demanour in context of his character and personality.

el Seed and Gola spoke it up and exchanged ideas at the Sino desk...Gola spoke of Gaza Graffiti alongside el Seed and both mentioned Banksy's works on the walls of the occupied territories...from there, Gola gave us a tour of his web-site and utterly colourful pieces in Spain and Italy.

Without doubt, what I just Love about Gola is his vivacity, vibrance, life, sponteneity and colour. I dont percieve him as a dark artist but a colourful, bright and energetic.

http://www.golanimal.com/exhibitions/

el Seed and the Spiritual Spray

el Seed's art in itself has become a medium of choice in terms of conveying and sharing some of his core convictions with the world. Every wall is a distinct canvas for expression. For el Seed Arabic script in itself is a manifestation of message.

In essence, to el Seed, the rather intriguing fusion of Graffiti and Arabic calligraphy is a primary form of art in context of visual expression and creativity. In essence, the artist becomes more concerned in pinpointing a message in his art rather than repeatedly reproducing his very own name; within this is the conceit of self-effacement. El Seed makes use of the elements of lines, colour, and structures in order to produce a particular narrative. Each mural and canvas speaks a story.

Throughout his work is the re-emerging notion of specified themes representing unity, beauty, equality, freedom and Justice. Moreover, the aesthetic ideals of his urban art are a reflection of the aspect of roots and identity while also crossing into the realm of cultural values and hospitalities unique to the Middle-East.

Arabic Script and Spraycan Handling...

Written from right to left, Arabic script at its best is undeniably a flowing continuum of ascending verticals, descending curves, and temperate horizontals, achieving a measured balance between static perfection of individual form and paced and rhythmic movement. For el Seed there is great variability in form: words and letters can be compacted to a dense knot or drawn out to great length; they can be angular or curving; they can be small or large. The range of possibilities is almost infinite.

The Background Track: Mickey Boston

When it came to the track of the feature shot at the Sino Shop, I wanted to do a piece of melody that would highlight el Seed's work...it was a vibe and rhythm and verse that complimented my style as a former graffer and current calligrapher and what el Seed is currently doing.

The track itself will be featured on my upcoming album which is far faaaar away from being released...

The track is called: Spraycan Soul by Mickey Boston.

Underground Hip-hop - Mickey Boston - CHESS

Chess Video Shoot - That so-called "Behind the Scenes" Look

To begin, Behind the Scenes itself was a 1908 film directed by D.W. Griffith...but...nah, we don't really care about that right now...this is about that Mickey Boston, Big Brosky clip shot at the beginning of May 2010, right?

You are Correct.

I am actually pleased to commercial that this was my FULL self-directed video and was a lot of work? In all sincerity, yes and no...I jacked the chairs off McGill University's Leacock building, but the truth of the matter was, I asked some porter dude, but he wasnt really the Leacock porter...I borrowed the chairs and gave em back--nothing more to it than that...

One thing that had me stoked, as my man Rough Draft would say, was getting in touch with Toly from 21production, here have a look yourself and see how nice that feels:

http://www.21production.com/index2.html

I really like this part on his site:

I worked in film for five years on the west coast was in a smash and grab and was drugged at a club, ended up in the hospital. I make art house films - Toly A.K. I keep the burnin, along with the few friends on this thin raft- one cries a river-the other burns of fire

In essence...I was just pleased to meet the man and we spoke in the heat over some strawberries while my man Tuthree (and director of photography) was parking the ride with all the supplies in there...

The chess board itself came from Mr. Weyes who was actually in Mexico while archival footage was a pleasure to work, especially working the reels...Sam Jamous came down alongside fellow hip-hop brother in rhyme Mad Gab, the el-Gabacho...

we got rolling, the rest was history…

Natural you say?

Gabacho wasnt nervous, he just looked in the camera a couple times he told me...I find no sweat in that, we can do the Merlin stuff in post-production...

He bopped his head to the beat, we played Chess in the heat...

Downtown Montreal is gorgeous in May and I had to take it to Jacques Austerlitz...

Yes, Indeed people...this was undeniably another extension of my musical activism in the form of Chess which highlighted nothing more than an attempt to not just look fly in a clip, yeah I always do that, but to bring out what was to be a witty underpinning of how specific leaders, after the adoption of heavy industrial killing machinery in the modern world, had lead their nations to notorious destruction.

The opening scene of the novel Austerlitz, with its curious intertwining of human and animal experiences, in a Nocturama-like railway station, struck me as really powerful yet odd, and informed my entire reading thereafter.

I read the novel when I did my Master's and felt its sheer brilliance...

In Austerlitz, author W. G. Sebald performed what was to be a small but significant miracle: a wresting of the Holocaust out of the clutches of stale cliche. You see, this author highlights this by means of never ever showing readers a death camp or a gas chamber.

In the video for Chess on the other hand, the footage just doesnt stop in context of destruction--not only is it visible on the chess board but also in the entire clip itself.

Instead, Sebald's novel concentrates on the wreckage of one man's life. Orphaned as a young boy during the Nazi occupation of Prague, Jacques Austerlitz devotes the rest of his life to finding out who he really is and what happened to his parents, and all the while he is haunted by the feeling that he is living a borrowed life.

The significant issue for Sebald is not memory in an overall generic sense, however, but the point at which the cost of not remembering supersedes protective strategies for survival, the moment later in life when early, often horrific repressed knowledge or experience move center stage in a person's life.

Displaced from both his home and his identity in the early part of the Second World War, Jacques Austerlitz is one of Sebald's loners or outsiders, who late in life is driven to interpret fragmented dreams, suppressed memories, recreate his past--to essentially recover himself.

Sebald's introduction of the character of Jacques Austerlitz as one of the creatures in the waiting room, dwarf species looking miniaturized (6-7), definitely inscribes Austerlitz in an animal reign.

Almost at the other end of the book, Austerlitz recalls his wanderings in the Jardin des Plantes with Marie de Verneuil: Marie particularly asked me to take a photograph of this beautiful group [of fallow deer], and as she did so, said Austerlitz, she said something which I have never forgotten, she said that captive animals and we ourselves, their human counterparts, view one another à travers une brèche dincompréhension. (264) The sentence captures this incomprehension, as its movement takes us from one instance, human or animal, to the other, but always keeping them isolated between commas.

Tyrannies, governments and regimes alongside their distinct leaders have, in some form or fashion in large part, used and exploited the lives of peasants or the bourgeois populace.

There is much that I wanted to capture in one clip and the particular presence of the little girl between the chess players was salient to the message I was trying to capture and get across to my audience. The child herself is a little Iranian girl and my statement here was verging towards the conceit of the nation of Iran itself--will specific nations of this world play Iran like they did during the Iran-Iraq War

The Iranian child between the two chess players is the garden of innocence, she symbolizes all the children who have died in contemporary wars around the world. The corrupt fail to care about how individuals are dying and how they are exploited like pawns on a chess board.

Despite the fact that the clip is laden with death and sadistic images, my direction of the clip was to also bring images of the Argentinian-born revolutionary, Dr. Che Guevera to the fore.

Geuvera has been popularized within the confines of our contemporary popular culture, however, despite the givens his ambition and drive for equality for peasants was utterly undeniable. His stand for all South Americans and indegenous populaces lead him to his great passing, as he left behind a legacy larger than any Bolivian mountain.

To close, I just want to thank Sam Jamous, Toly, el Gabacho, Queen Misriyaa, Michael Sabah and TuThree (Director of Photography) for without you this project would not have been possible :)

Banksy Exploited by a Self-Consumed Kangaroo Thierry Guetta?

"This is the first time the essentially bourgeois world of art has belonged to the people. We need to make it count."

-Banksy

While a dark silhouetted hoodie-sported Zorro in Banksy speaks candidly towards a rather stable camera lens, the world of art may perhaps be rendered unstable once again by wack phonies of the likes of a wannabe spray-can–wielding Thierry Guetta.

From Exit Through the Giftshop's opening narration one can immediately spot the imposter like that kid in your schoolyard who always wanted to role with the Big Broskies. Big Broskies, you know, those real-deal authentic cats in the school yard who knew how to keep it real and set the recess trends while followers of the likes of kangaroo Thierry would snoop around in the foreground wishing they'd get all the girls the real bad boys got.

Thierry is by far no film-maker. He is by far no artist, eh...mayhaps lemme second that one...he is a failed master at the art of exploitation and manipulation. I lay emphasis in Italics on the 'failed' part since he is quite transparent and by far no master of illusion.

Personally I myself cant believe anyone would even allude to Thierry as an artist let alone blow 24G's on his mass printed junk...and i quote Banksy on this one:

"As far as I’m aware, Mr. Brainwash doesn’t know very much about art, especially his own. He seems to mainly judge the success of an art show by how many square feet it covers and whether it makes any money. This probably makes him the ultimate artist of our times."

Connnnnnn-Artist You Proclaim?

Thierry is by far disturbed. He verily does undeniably suffer a severe narcissism-something...and no please dont tell me that bringing a Cambell's Soup can and making it a spraycan is any for or fashion of an art revival from the Warhol days...why? Because it simply is NOT. Indeed, undeniably this is “the first great art-disaster movie.” Personally, I noted that audiences were more poised on hearing more about Banksy than Thierry, instead it ended up being "The Thierry Show"--an aspect which had me hoping as I stormed out the theatre hoping the money did NOT go in Thierry's pocket.

My admiration for Banksy only increased upon reading:

"The film is the end of my public life rather than the beginning. This is the most you’ll ever see of me, if I can help it."

The only question remains: was Banksy used by Thierry? Were the other artists of the likes of good 'ole cousin Space Invader and Shepard Fairey exploited?

Does Kangaroo Thierry hop on the money and only care about himself and his image and possess the desire to be loved? Is he a big baby wanting the attention and the glamour? Indeed, friends, Theirry is a Glamour whore.

I do leave you with one question posed to Banksy by wired.com:

"Your work explores power, tests power and is therefore revolutionary, encouraging people to subvert the powers that be. Mr. Brainwash kind of did this to you. He looked at the power structure around him (Banksy and Fairey) and exploited it for his own ends. Does that make him a student — or a con man?"

The new Pimped-out Goldman Sachs - Putin' some Bling in your Urban Skyline.

The building consists of a slab-shaped tower, which contains the firm’s offices, atop a much bulkier base, which contains six trading floors, each big enough to house nearly a thousand employees. From most angles, the tower looks rectilinear, except on the west, facing the Hudson River, where it bows out in a long, graceful curve. The firm insisted that the trading floors be as open as possible, so the architects used trusses to reduce the number of columns and pushed the elevators all the way to the north end of the building instead of running them up through the middle. The result is a lobby as large as an airport terminal, and, if you enter at the south end, an airport-like walk to the elevator. The lobby is austere, with plain limestone walls and no flourishes, but, to relieve the tedium of the long walk, Goldman commissioned two impressive abstract murals—an urgent and frenetic composition by Julie Mehretu, on the east side, and a blotchy and colorful one, by Franz Ackermann, on the west. Large windows allow a glimpse of the murals from the street, but this is as much of the building as the public will ever see. Goldman’s culture of secrecy has certainly saved it from offensive, Trump-style ostentation. By the same token, however, the building, unlike New York’s most admired business temples, will never mean much to people who don’t work in it.

and i guess buildings dont entirely mean anything to some however in my case i do marvell at them from time to time...The new headquarters is architecture as a well-tailored suit. From a distance, the building looks utterly unexceptional, but as you get closer your eye picks up signs of quality—the drape, as it were, and the stitching. Cobb’s façade of clear, colorless glass and bands of shiny steel is completely flat, and this two-dimensionality might have been dull were it not for the subtle shift of proportions in the quiet plaid pattern of the steel grid as it ascends. By the time you are close enough to touch this architectural garment, you can tell that a lot of money has been spent.

And so I could only see this as a global trend in contemporary engineering, you got buildings like this in Dubai n' shit, na mean?