Right now the equestrian classes are partying in Venezia. I have not been to an art party of those proportions in quite a while. I don't intend any judgment about that - everyone likes a good party - especially on someone else's dime - so I give you a party of biblical proportions imagined and filmed by a man with an ego of biblical proportions - not unlike the Guggy fests that I read about on the various blogs and magz online. You can even make the symbolic leap that this is a story of an artist creating something new, alone and in distress (not to mention that it's all done wearing a cool wig and beard) while below society burns the candle at both ends. OK that's a bit much - but considering how OTT this is - who cares? - I'll make the connection!

Hey can someone tell me why the woman is polishing the damned sculpture thing with her hair when there are prefectly good rags everywhere? And dig that trippy abstract God animation....