When Aliens came out in 1986, Sigourney Weaver went on SNL and did a skit where, as the alien is coming through a doorway (if memory serves, they blew the thing to hell and then discovered it was E.T., and the entire cast of SNL was fired shortly thereafter), Weaver pleads for it to wait so she can get into her underwear.I was reminded of the skit by an idiot who went a-floating in Brooklyn waters over the weekend. For the sake of art. Check out all the hot Abercrombie & Fitch narcissistic artist action:
The man, Duke Riley, a heavily tattooed Brooklyn artist whose waterborne performance projects around New York have frequently landed him in trouble with the authorities, spent the last five months building the vessel as a rough replica of what is believed to have been America’s first submarine, an oak sphere called the Turtle, said to have seen action in New York Harbor during the Revolutionary War.I hope Duke (How he found the strength to stop at "Duke" and instead of naming himself after a minor character in Fight Club I'll never know.) is rippling his artmuscles somewhere safe tonight.
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...the mission objective mostly just to get close enough to the ship to videotape himself against its immensity for a coming gallery show.
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Riley, who emerged from his rusty hatch without the tall-boy can of beer [Very authentic] he had taken into his vessel when it launched about 9:15 ...
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He added grumpily, “I’ve basically been wading around in this water for three days in my underwear.”
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“I’m not really a very technical kind of guy,” he said, sitting shirtless on the pier Thursday.
And, for the record, inmates performing "Thriller" is performance art. What Duke did is just poor carpentry.
