
Today in Fake Art History: “al-Qaeda Beheads Defense Contractor John the Baptist”, Carvaggio, oil on canvas, 1607.

Today in Fake Art History: “al-Qaeda Beheads Defense Contractor John the Baptist”, Carvaggio, oil on canvas, 1607.

Speaking of dead kids: Eagle Takes Child, Le Petit Journal, September 23, 1906.
I’ve posted a few magazine covers from Le Petit Journal before, so I thought I’d give it a proper introduction. Le Petit Journal was a popular Paris newspaper around the turn of the 20th century. Beginning in 1884, it released a weekly illustrated supplement, the covers of which I’ve become so enamored with here. It’s like if the Saturday Evening Post merged with the New York Post. Lurid, sensationalistic, yet with an undertone of Victorian-era propriety. The French National Library, bless their hearts, has a complete archive for those with some time to kill. For a real treat, check out the years 1914-1918. If you think Fox News was bad, well, imagine what it would have been like in an age where no one knew how bad mechanized warfare was going to be.
I’ll be posting a cover or two each day, so look forward to that, I guess.

Really sucks I don’t know French though…

Saint Agatha of Sicily admires her amputated breasts, having been cut off during her martyrdom.
The Los Angeles Times has reported that some of [Thomas] Kinkade’s former colleagues, employees, and even collectors of his work say that he has a long history of cursing and heckling other artists and performers. The Times further reported that he openly groped a woman’s breasts at a South Bend, Indiana, sales event, and mentioned his proclivity for ritual territory marking through urination, once relieving himself on a Winnie the Pooh figure at a Disney site while saying “This one’s for you, Walt.” Kinkade has denied some of the allegations, and accepted and apologized for others.
In 2006 John Dandois, Media Arts Group executive, recounted a story that on one occasion (“about six years ago”) Kinkade became drunk at a Siegfried & Roy magic show in Las Vegas and began shouting “Codpiece! Codpiece!” at the performers. Eventually he was calmed by his mother.