Sentences with phrase «empty vodka bottles»

We spread out on the wide, open streets picking up debris, mostly empty vodka bottles.

The show centres on a chandelier crafted from empty vodka bottles, and -LSB-...]

I remember digging into the little bags of cheese popcorn reserved for school lunches, finishing off one after another and then hiding the wrappers in their big Costco box so that it would look like it was still full, the way rebellious teens top up empty vodka bottles with water.

But the controversy that surrounded previous entries — notably Tracey Emin's «My Bed» in 1999, an unmade bed full of empty vodka bottles, used condoms and soiled underwear — has subsided as contemporary art has become commonplace.

Her latest masterpiece - an unmade bed with soiled sheets, surrounded by empty vodka bottles, cigarette packets and a used condom - has now been shortlisted for the Tate Gallery's Turner Prize.

The show centres on a chandelier crafted from empty vodka bottles, and a plethora of booze - soaked mementos.

On a recent spring day, they were both picking up empty vodka bottles and marijuana wrappers from a local park.

Emin's controversial work, the bed in which «she almost went out of her mind for four days» this summer - complete with dirty sheets, used condoms, soiled knickers and empty vodka bottles - is the centrepiece of this year's show.

Yet Soda's work also resonates with that of an earlier generation of women artists, and in particular Tracey Emin (b. 1963 --RRB- and her infamous Turner Prize nominated My Bed (1998), an installation piece comprising an unmade double bed and related detritus (empty vodka bottles, cigarette ends, condoms, stuffed toy, etc) Emin had purportedly occupied for several days following a bout of depression; which echoes Soda's own bedroom / workspace / site - of - production.

To muted applause from bemused gallery - goers, unsure whether they were witnessing a protest against the visit of President Jiang Zemin or some bizarre comment on Emin's Turner Prize exhibit, the men then tried to take a swig from one of Emin's empty vodka bottles.

The artist's unmade bed — surrounded by used condoms, stained underwear, cigarette butts and empty vodka bottles — marked a moment of epiphany in Emin's life.

In a word, yes: the soiled bedsheet, empty vodka bottles and cigarette packets still feel like a dark period in life — even under the bright gallery lights.

The installation My Bed (1998) consists of stained pillows, cigarette butts, K - Y jelly, empty vodka bottles, used tampons, and tissues.

When the fag butts, empty vodka bottles and used condoms that surrounded Tracey Emin's notoriously unmade bed had the nation up in arms — even though it didn't win?

British artist Tracey Emin was in the crowd when «My Bed,» her unmade bed with rumpled sheets, empty vodka bottles, underwear and cigarette packets sold for 2.5 million pounds ($ 4.3 million) on July 1 at Christie's in London, more than five times her previous high.

British artist Tracey Emin was in the crowd when My Bed — an unmade bed with rumpled sheets, empty vodka bottles, underwear, and cigarette packets — sold for # 2.5 million ($ 4.3 million) on July 1 at Christie's in London, more than five times her previous high.

She became that artist who made that bed — an installation also including stained pillows, cigarette butts, K - Y jelly, empty vodka bottles, used tampons, tissues, and her dirty knickers.

Strewn around the bed is a clutter of personal effects: empty vodka bottles, slippers and underwear, crushed cigarette packs, a snuffed out candle, condoms and contraceptives, a cuddly toy and several Polaroid self - portraits.