During discussions today a friend and I came to the conclusion that the art movement known as Mid-Century Modernism (my favorite) has almost no pretentiousness to be found within. My explination was long, drawn out, and something rather Harold Bloom-ish.
His was much better with its short, concise reasoning and sounds even better when spoken:
“That’s because all the designers are sitting in their mid-century modern bar with glass walls sippin’ on martinis. They’re not sitting their admiring their work either, that’d be pretentious. They’re getting shitfaced. In fact, one of them just vomited on a stool he designed.”
