Two very cool fan - made posters for Nicolas Winding Refn's supermodel horror The Neon Demon look
straight out of a museum, or...
Two very cool fan - made posters for Nicolas Winding Refn's supermodel horror The Neon Demon look
straight out of a museum, or at least an insanely expensive art gallery.
Not exact matches
We walked along the beach, where he chased the waves a little too closely and ended up with soaking wet jeans; visited the Page
Museum, where we watched volunteers meticulously dust off newly discovered fossils; stopped for dinner at one
of my favorite restaurants, where I nearly single - handedly polished off an entire Hula Pie ice cream dessert by myself; meandered
out along a pier, where a practically blind seagull almost flew
straight into my guy's head; and drove through the rain to the Pacific Marine Mammal Center, where we chuckled at the seals in the synchronized swimming routine.
Just about a ten - minute drive from the
museum, you'll come across these funny rock formations that look
straight out of a Road Runner cartoon.
One Tory frontbencher said: «The idea that a courtier like Sir Gus O'Donnell will decide this is
straight out of the Victoria and Albert
Museum.
This
museum is like walking into your middle school science fair — an inviting space filled with magnets, steam shooters, wheels, floating objects and other contraptions
straight out of Doc's wacky lab in the film classic, Back to the Future.
just something to decorate my house with but I had no money but found
out I could sell fruit to him for money and while I was doing this I was thinking (They could have just made it how you can have jobs instead
of this crap) and I finally was able to buy his furniture and I bought a wobblina but I thought it was ceramic, not a doll so I sold it back and got a shovel instead and used it to dig up stuff and tried to sell that stuff and did and then bought some clothing and more tools and got some more fossils and turned them in to the
museum and went to the cafe and when I bought some coffee I was like whaaaat!?! I paid 200 bells just to hear a generic term about how my avatar liked some coffee, I thought you would be able to have a conversation with him about life or something (You know that stuff people talk about on movies when they're in bars and stuff) and then after that I went
straight to the city and went to the marquee to get some emotions.
Since his bravura institutional
outing in 1997 at the Stedelijk
Museum, Amsterdam, Melgaard's forté has been crass, crudely drawn, graffiti - like images
of, and writings about, bareback and interracial gay sex — «hate fucking,» «gay terrorism,» «white Daddy dick,» «big fat black dick,» «
straight cock,» and other delightful variations on the theme, all layered and scrawled on paintings, old beds, couches spilling over with posters, and other messy piles
of carefully amalgamated bric - a-brac.
Some liken the new San Francisco
Museum of Modern Art, with its 10 - story addition bulging at its sides, to a luxury liner, but at the Modern Ball, it seemed more like the Starship Enterprise,
straight out of «Star Trek.»
So Kandinsky comes
straight out of all that, but all they talk about in the
Museum of Modern Art is that his work is the invention
of abstraction.