If you want to sell your photos rather then complain how amateurs are "destroying" the industry, you would be smart to visit his galleries, talk to his sales people and see how he does it and made $440 million. You might learn a thing or two.
I accidentally walked past one of his galleries during a business trip to Vegas, then into another one in Lahaina. I got literally nauseated. Ever
since my joke about him is how the colorization of his images is done by kindergartners on LSD. Just oversized tourist-trap postcards. Pure
kitch, with a bit of marketing BS about their stunning collector value. The photographic equivalent of Thomas Kincaid. Very very sugary and
corny, with a very heavy Fautoshop hand. Fake fake fake fake fake.
In terms of scale I once used a lecture theatre that could project images about 50' across and projected some images by Eugene Atget. I thought they looked good as contacts seen in the V & A, but at that size they were mind blowing.
Hope you're enjoying that popcorn, which itself no doubt has artificial color and flavor!
In terms of scale I once used a lecture theatre that could project images about 50' across and projected some images by Eugene Atget. I thought they looked good as contacts seen in the V & A, but at that size they were mind blowing.
I really don't care what he does. The reason I harp on this is the sheer pity that prospective photographers take him as some kind of role model. Heck, if making money is all that counts, why not make Pablo Escobar or Bernie Madoff you role model? And Lik's own role model,
Tom Kinkade, didn't exactly end up happy with the law breathing down his neck. What joy is there in suckering people? All that proves is the old adage that a sucker is born every day. These kinds of tourist gallery schemes have been around forever, it seems. The first time I accidentally walked into a Kinkade gallery I burst out laughing and had to run back out the door for sheer politeness sake. I couldn't help it.
I'd never seen such horrible use of color in my life. Sure, the guy deserves credit for inventing some very high reproduction process that
basically allowed himself to mass-produce fakes of his own paintings, and maybe Like deserves credit for mounting huge glossy prints flat.
But what a waste of square footage! They'll fade into oblivion soon enough.
Having one of his galleries in Lost Wages makes perfect sense, where everything is faux and seedy glitz anyway. I hate that town, though
there is quite a bit of wonderful desert scenery nearby. In Lahaina he's resorted to backlit transparencies. Has about as much taste as a backlit Hamm's beer sign in some dive window. Anybody who gets suckered into "investing" in Lik work is gonna be mighty disappointed.
They should learn from that whole Kinkade fiasco. The artistic merit of this kinda stuff is somewhere below zero.
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