Suspended in formaldehyde and encased in a golden vitrine, this totemic sculpture acts as a powerful coda to The Golden Calf End of an Era proffers a sacrificial head, here dismembered from the majestic body of the earlier sculpture. While The Golden Calf symbolized the worshipping of a false idol, with End of an Era Hirst demystifies the biblical tale and, by extension, debunks his own myth-making.
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Cakes Da Killa was born to be a queen. This becomes abundantly clear as soon as he arrives backstage at Afropunk —a two-day festival in Brooklyn that jubilantly promotes non-conformist black music and culture. He envelops them both in hugs, then spins around and announces to no one in particular, "I need a drink!
Ricky Gervais calls teen bullfighter a little cunt and immediately causes a ruckus on Twitter. It all kicked off after Gervais posted a link about a young Mexican matador known as the Justin Bieber of bullfighting, along with the words 'little cunt. Michael Lagravere Penichenow 18, has killed bulls in his career, starting at the age of six.
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It would be petty, nay puerile, unfair and childishly cruel of me to cunt Staffordshire Bull Terriers. Therefore I will. Is it at all possible to walk down any High Street in Britain without seeing these poor brutes straining at the end of a frayed bit of string attached to the grimy, pox-peppered hand of a pikey? I feel the contrasting emotions of Disgust and Sympathy when I see these snarling animals, teetering on the edge of hunger and no doubt enslaved in a world of shoddy food and gratuitous violence, all knackered teeth, odious breath and patchy skin.
Nobody mentioned the painting. By the time I noticed it, I was on my second or third boilermaker. The matador was kind of ignoring it, sassy, dropping a pink blanket over its head, laughing at it.