Portrait of the Artist as His Own Dick

If anyone on earth has genuinely stopped giving a shit, it’s Adam Green. The man built a career out of tasteless charm—drunk playmates, stoned grandfathers, museum visits with an unmistakably masturbatory energy—and now he’s posted a full tender gallery of himself and his penis on his personal blog, because of course he has.

There’s something almost principled about it. The singer of Friends of Mine and Carolina has always operated on a frequency where the line between provocateur and genuine eccentric doesn’t really exist. Posting your dick in 360 degrees isn’t shock value when the guy doing it also writes songs that earnest and that weird—it’s just consistent behavior. Aggressive self-exposure as artistic statement, and also as a middle finger aimed at Facebook’s data farms, Google’s surveillance infrastructure, and every other entity that quietly assumes ownership of your image.

Attack as the best defense. I respect the philosophy. I might not follow the example, but I deeply respect the philosophy.