These Boots Are Made For Walken

I know, I know, I should really be telling you all about the fabulous explosion of glamour and talent that was last Friday's Cabaret Sauvignon. But fuck it, I've been busy writing job applications, plays, short stories and my CV, (and I'm not exaggerating either - I've had a full week) - and if it hadn't been for this little gem from the divine Popbitch, I probably wouldn't have blogged for another week or so. But some things you have to share with the world.

So, there's this conceptual artist/prankster chap called Brandon Bird and he has a website (clicky linky on his name). He likes to organise weird art shows, which have included painted tributes to Edward Norton and of course the inimitable Letters to Walken exhibition. Have a poke around and then remind yourself that, contrary to appearances, these letters were not written by small children but by Cornell undergraduates (insert standard gag about the American education system here). However, there are some truly marvellous fakes in the collection, of which my favourite is the below:



You know how some things just make you laugh and laugh for pretty much no reason? Like that.

Here is another gem from the collection:


And some of Bird's own, rather magnificent art. This one's called "Elysium". If only I had £750 to spare ...


What I particularly love is his wilful abuse of both the school of photorealism and his own talent. There's loads more on the site, and if any particular one tickles your irony/po-mo gland, naturally you can order it as a t-shirt ...

What? What about the title of the post? Oh, you want pictures of a heartbreakingly lovely young Chris Walken? And some boots? Oh, all right then:

(courtesy of linkmachinego, who give great Walken).

One out two ain't bad.