Being John Malkovich has never been this bizarre before

At first glance, the vibrant fiery-red image above looks like Andy Warhol's 1986 self portrait. Then you realize that the man in the photograph is obviously not the American artist, but John Malkovich. The photo is part of a brilliant series by Sandro Miller titled Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich: Homage to Photographic Masters, which is currently on display at the Mac-Gryder Gallery in New Orleans.

The series features 62 recreations of the most iconic shots in modern history, all starring John as the subject. The Hollywood legend, who is close friends with the photographer, does an exceptional job of imitating the portraits, regardless of the varying genders, expressions, and skin colors. He morphs into Salvador Dalí, Albert Einstein, John Lennon and Mick Jagger.

The pictures were recreated with remarkable detail—same lighting, angle and even the overall feel of the original. Some are hilarious, but all of them are splendid. Here are some of my favorites:

The exhibition is up through January 1, 2020. More information available here.

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1968 Computer Art Done by Plotters

These drawings received honorable mentions in the 1968 Computer Art Contest organized by Computers and Automation magazine . Most of the images in the issue were programmed in Fortran and were plotted off line on CalComp plotters . [h/t: Kottke ]

This steampunk-themed cafe makes the meme cool again

Now, maybe I'm as tired of steampunk as you guys, but that doesn't mean I'm going to pretend something like this isn't cool. Located in the Romanian city of Cluj, Enigma claims to be "the world's first kinetic steampunk bar." I don't know if that's true, but the place looks pretty dope with all the dynamic art installations. [h/t: Colossal ]

Where Bad Space and Good Music Collided

My first apartment was in Malate, and calling it “small” would be generous. I lived there with two girls and one guy, and to this day, I genuinely don’t know how we all fit. It felt like a magic trick. Or a health hazard. We were a musical mess. One roommate lived and breathed ’70s classics. Another was permanently blasting Korn and Slipknot. One survived solely on cheesy love songs. And me? I was floating somewhere between new wave and folk rock, pretending that made sense. Somehow, despite the noise and the chaos, we all lived together in this weird, mismatched harmony. No murders. No lawsuits. A win, honestly. My music taste now is nothing like it was in my twenties. Not even close. But I’ll always be grateful to Jacqueline for introducing me to this song in particular. It was playing when I woke up from a very memorable sleep in 2002. I was 21, half-awake, probably confused about life, and that song stuck. It still hasn’t let go.

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