Jean-Michel Basquiat and Madonna photographed by Stephen Torton, 1982.
Madonna and Basquiat dated for a while, but his heroin addiction ended up pulling them apart. “He was an amazing man and deeply talented. I loved him,” she said. “When I broke up with him, he made me give all [his paintings] back to him. And then he painted over them black.” She regrets giving the art back, but felt pressured to do so since it was something he had created. (The Howard Stern Show, March 2015)
Madonna: “Basquiat was my boyfriend for a while, and I remember getting up in the middle of the night and he wouldn’t be in bed lying next to me; he’d be standing, painting, at four in the morning, this close to the canvas, in a trance. I was blown away by that, that he worked when he felt moved. And they gave jobs to everyone. Keith would meet kids on the street and ask them to come stretch his canvases for him. Basquiat had every B-boy and every graffiti artist in his loft. He was constantly giving everything away. I think they felt guilty that they became successful and were surrounded by people who were penniless, so they shared what they had. They were incredibly generous people, and that rubbed off on me. You stay inspired that way. I could never work in a recording studio where you have this lovely view and a beach and the waves are crashing. For me, it’s all about being in a tiny room with little windows. It’s almost like you have to be in a prison. And you can create beauty when you’re in that sort of deprived environment, which is a re-creation of your formative years.”
“I remember having conversations with Keith [Haring] and with Basquiat about the importance of your art being accessible to people,“ she recalled. “That was their big thing—it should be available to everyone. It was so important for Keith to be able to draw on subways and walls. And Basquiat used to say to me, ‘You’re so lucky that you make music, because music comes out of radios everywhere.’ He thought that what I did was more pop, more connected to pop culture than what he did. Little did he know that his art would become pop culture. But it’s not like we really had discussions about the meaning of art. I remember hearing them talk about those things.”
My roommate starting red queen:
God dammit, so she's gonna end up with the prince.
honey, there are two, be more specific.
the prince, the one who's probably made of gay rainbows.
...... do you mean the younger one...
Not that one. I really want the tall one, the really tall one, to be with the fish boy, and for them to adopt all the cute little babies in the world and just fill their lives with gay rainbows that warm the hearts of anyone in their presence.
he's not even the bisexual one.
Well why the hell cant they both be bisexual?!
｀、ヽ ⚡｀ヽ｀⚡ ヽ｀、⚡ヽ｀｀、 a thunder shower makes for a cozy hour
The companion piece to Himawari’s room. And another collab between ammeja (who did the incredible drawing) + me (who did the animation)! Everyone could use a good thunderstorm and blanket fort every now and then ⚡
genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, college au | vernon x radio personality!reader summary: under the pseudonym Honey, you are the host of the most popular radio show in the city called Honey Time Radio where you give advice about relationships, school, and life in general. when it comes to your own love-life, however, you don’t have the best luck, and you don’t even follow your own advice! so what happens when you get a call from a listener who’s asking you advice on how to get to your heart? word count: 2880 a/n: oh my god i was stuck between wanting to write this for vernon, wonwoo, or woozi for the longest time, but ultimately decided vernon. i hope it fits him well! warnings include swearing, mentions of alcohol, and that it’s an extremely dialogue-heavy fic. as seen on my ao3
“Good evening, everyone. It is 9:48 on a Friday night and I am but twelve minutes away until I am free and only an hour and twelve minutes away until I have a drink in my hand. If you’re just tuning in, then you just missed my totally normal conversation with caller number three about her recurring ‘sock on the door handle’ dilemma with her roommate,” you sigh into the mic as a nostalgic smile appears on your lips. “I didn’t think people still do that stuff! I haven’t heard of a sock on the knob since my freshman year in college. You’d think people would be courteous enough to just shoot you a text, but nope, they can’t even do that, huh? Caller number nine, what do you think?”