Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

This one is called "Diplomacy." Its Kissinger and Powell going to prom. That's actually me under Powell - it's my junior prom picture. Look how skinny I was! Those were the days!

The dude I went with was dumb as rocks, but he was hot. He got transferred from the next high school for being naughty. He looked like Richard Greico (who I thought was hot back then, gross) but had the Johnny Depp tattoo of the huge Native American head and dressed all James Dean with a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pack of Marlboro reds tucked in. People were jealous of me. Ha. Oh and he stole that car. It was pretty fly.

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

This one is called "Self-Promotion, Fallujah, 2006." Some new movie in which Tom Cruise chews all the scenery is opening this weekend, so this one's for you, Tom! (please note that Tom will probably sure me over this. You bettter believe I will NEVER make a collage with Prince! What the fuck crawled up his ass? He's suing a fucking baby for dancing to "Let's Go Crazy" on YouTube! I kid you not! Looks like somebody already did go crazy!)

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

This one is called "Modified FBI Technique; Neck Index Technique; Classic FBI Technique." I recommend clicking on the picture so you can appreciate W's facial expressions.

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

It's been a while. This one is called "Diddy, Tehran, 1979 (After David Burnett)"

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

This a special day in the land of Russ's collages as Russ just found out that said collages will be exhibited as part of the Atlanta Biennial at the Atlanta Center for Contemporary Art. As a hobbyist and decidedly non-professional artist, Russ is pretty psyched and flattered by this. The curator wants a studio tour. Russ has no studio, but is happy to show the curator her old Tidy Cat litter boxes fully of old Us, Star, and Economist magazines, plus her glue stick and, if he is lucky, the stash of fragrant herbs that help to inspire her.

Russ mostly looks forward to cultivting the persona of a famous artist, ie publishing giant billboards of herself having sex with porn stars/members of the Italian Parliament, peeing on fireplaces at the Cider Tavern, and pushing her husband Bunches off the balcony.

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

The Nuremberg trial defendants in the dock. Please note the guards are various celebrity pets (Bit Bit, Tinkerbell, Sugarpie, Daisy, and Foxy Cleopatra) and Ryan Seacrest. Seacrest out!

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

Russ's Collage du Who Knows What Jour

Bono was knighted yesterday. Fuck him.

Russ's Collage du Every Other Jour

Russ's Collage du Every Other Jour

Russ's Not Exactly Sticking to the Collage du Jour

Russ's Collage du Jour

Russ's Collage Du Jour

Russ's Collage du Jour

This one is called "Flayed Lambs on Parade."