Warhol and Basquiat

Weirdest best friends ever.

I've been looking at a lot of Basquiat recently to help get the creative juices churning for a self-portrait class I'll be teaching over the summer. I still can't stop kicking myself in the pants for not seeing the giant Basquiat retrospective in Paris last year, but the more I think about it, the more I justify it by thinking he probably wouldn't have agreed with his work being displayed alongside the art he spent so much of his time mocking. I guess we'll never know. He's off with Andy up there in the sky somewhere, peeing on the clouds. Geniusly.